It just sits tight in the same shadow
not moving a muscle, nor a thought...

Heard a bird, flying in the sky.
for if you recall, that's all a lie...

I am called hundreds of names...
traitor, wuss, warlock, demon...

The black mage, of all words, is the poet, but i...
i can't see any reason, nor a explanation...

"NO!" he screamed.
as she cutted the sixth mark on her wrists...

There was nothing...
everything was black...

Prostitutes...
i hate them...

I'm alone now.
but i need motivation...

Some people are born to be fearsome.
just one look from me, will scare them...

I hate children.
not enough to kill them...

When i lay in my bed.
i just can't forget...

I had lost all.
love,friendship,confidence, sanity...