The hate i feel is extreme
the feeling i feel...
The reality is despicable
the reality is undeniable...
Like hell there is no hope
With pain comes agony...
Screaming sound from heart but keeping lips...
Soul starts to rebel and mind seems demanding...
Look! It's there, up high!
Right there! It's in the sky...
A lonely world is obscured and
oppressed by darkened skies...
She burns out eyes like gin on wounds
Upon a tide of those whom swoon...
No one can understand the feeling
The manic energy...
Depression, resentment, anger, denial
why must I feel things so vile...
Of one thing I am sure,
The days of your tyranny are almost done...
The Crescent moon shows through dense mist,
its faint illumination reveals The Bog; behold...
On Saturday,
a man rode in on horseback...