Darkness floods my mind, because i haven't a soul.
The rivers of my mind flow with blood.
Red skies and pitch black clouds spill remorse and sorrow.
The ominous trees sway with no breeze.
Formidable creatures lurk in every shadow.
Black grass stands on edge in the blood-red soil.
The people of the streets sweat blood and cry oil.
Why are my thoughts so dark you ask?
Because I have no soul.
