Existential thoughts swirling through a wicked mind. Who, where, why am I? nCan't grasp my surroundings. What is this place? nA figment of my imagination or the place where my body dwells.nnNo feelings left behind this skin. Aching for my obsession, try to fight it off but in vain. Why? nnCan't get rid of this disease, a shell am I. No compassion or sympathy. nTry to feel but no success, fall deeper inside. Inside where nothing soon exists.nnI must disgust the vile, to make myself feel alive.nnNo reason found for this atrocious life. Bent out of shape, twisted to fit it's own reflection.nnDisconnected from this world, a plague am I. A carnivore to be set free. nThrive in all things that are wicked, foul are my ways. Hide in the shadows of sanitynnFlashes of torture awake my pulse, my breath, my being. Ferocious will to end all life. Everywhere I look I see prey. My instincts and senses peak. Try to repress but it's futile.nnThey will see my endless wrath, vomit from the taste of my sickness.nReturn to their origin they shall. Die!nnI must disgust the vile, to make myself feel alive.nI'm an obscene anomaly, the bile of all combined.nnDegrading thoughts swirling through a determined mind. What will I become? nUnderstanding my surroundings.nnNo feelings left behind this skin. Aching for my obsession, they will see my endless wrath.nDie!