Somethings not quite right in my mind.
closed walls, tight spaces, make me feel confined.
distorted voices
disturbing visions
terrifying premonitions
blood dripping through the floor
death does come to another mindless, human hore.
bodies lying everywhere
the ones who snicker, stare
choke on thy tongue
and bite thy words
all this waisted talent
death becomes us all
theres a shadow
what is me
standing over this death valley
shouting, this is my creation
my artistic side
for paint a picture of souls and blood
that tis not mine
for death to shine a beautiful fate
fill a world with true bitter hate.
