You are so mysterious and deep,
You could never be anything anyone could keep...
-Hell-
For my sorrow brings Hell...
Looking around this sullen room,
where the people like statues...
Corpse and bone
Caught my zone...
I like to watch it slowly creep
It only happens if i cut deep...
Of one thing I am sure,
The days of your tyranny are almost done...
Why try to be hero if im better villian
lying to myself of saving the day...
Hatred makes me aroused,
Thrives on darkness and pain...
Sitting all alone,
In the dark so cold...
The sweat of my hands is cold.
My eyes are dry, and hurt...
At the mirror I stared
Ignoring why I was that scared...
I can not rise above
This pain it drags me down...