Deep, Dark, and cold
a blue in my fallen soul...

Twas death not darkness
that blotted out the sun...

Twas death not life
that took its form...

Bump Bump goes the ever calling sound
My heart a rhythm run by the pound...

To forgive is to forget
to forget it to never have known...

My eyes are gifted with this amazing view
across a garden of untold rule...

Some wounder why they call me Insanity the Great
that demon that beast of deaths dark fate...

These Crystal tears
so simple and sweet...

To you who call yourself wise
I give you simply this...

I riddle you this you men of lie
I wound why it is...

Death leaks it foggy veil
against the midnight's deep black gale...

A shell of iron cords
rote throw pain and scorn...