Fear, Madness
Always have they restrained
A dark psychic paradox
The suffering running into my veins
And impairing by my unknown grief
Irrational grief of soul
Emotions with no senses
The light seems so black to me
To me
I need to tear my skin and spread my blood
On the ground of this unexalting world.
Looking for the illness of inner-self
Ready to be painting
My soul is empty
I am worse than the above
Than your future
Sadistic aggression of my mind
I can read on my blood
I am intended to live with these sufferings
My inside is contaminated by this world
Blood and suffering
Tears and lies will never die in myself
My bloody cold flesh perspires anger
My failing inside's spreading all its rot
The inside of hate
Made by the hate
I hate this apathic world I see
I am worse than the above
Than your future