A barren room with white walls,
I sit in the corner and no one hears your calls...

Curdling brain-dead provokes the vomit spree,
With above my cadaver sits a scorched black tree...

Deprived and broken down, I’m the...
Fiery steamed and boils, dead and black green...

Lets slit our wrists and burn,
Burn down something beautiful...

Tattered and torn is the reason of all hope,
The lives of young ones die and cannot cope...

A maggot infested skull,
A life, dead, dreary and dull...

TUMID FALSITY (CHAPTER ONE)
A bribery of treason containing ripened scars...

The deadened rose amongst thorns, crumbles and...
Cords strangling youth, droplets of sorrow fall...

Piled covers; porched outside are the evils.
Awaiting, harassing is the reason of death...

This pain drives and inspires the insane,
101 is misery called fun, sealed and done...

Roped and hung from scorn,
Fluttered, raped and torn...

Corrupt and spilt with innocent blood,
My limbs dried and stuck in thickened mud...