Misplacing sanity,
I walk the streets at midnight,
my life lapsing in calamity;
and the world begins to change.
The very shapes of trees
are like frozen screams,
a strident silence
from the most abysmal dreams.
The road in which I walk
is a field of severed heads.
Maggots and ravens frenzy
to feed on the dead.
Preternatural cries
satiate my mind
in ways that I cannot describe
and I become slow.
My hate begins to grow.
My world, so black and gray,
takes on a crimson glow.
I grit my teeth
so hard my gums bleed,
an adrenaline flow
from the gods below
I yearn for chaos and carnage
I yearn for death, so glorious,
so great, harmonious.
I yearn to shake the Earth,
as it screams in agony,
fill the world with torture and trajedy!
The grovelers would subject their soul
to 'OL GOD KING, CANNIBAL COL!
SNAP!
I'm not here.
I'm somewhere else,
a place where the world
slowly begins to melt.
Beautiful,
in this sense, I'm free,
this place, another realm
where time wasted is fulfilling.
Why go back?
I'll be gone in a flash.
I will leave no legacy
only a dead man's trash.
And so it is
and I shall leave you the truth:
Life is just a headache
only death can soothe.
Goodness: an artificial shroud.
Evil: reality, sound.
My hands: eternally bound
to a blade forged in hell
and it pulls me down!
Suicide: a sweet release.
Murder: an appetizer, at least.
My hands: a fast, cool breeze
that steals your souls
with the greatest of ease.
And when I'm gone
there will be no mourning,
'cause when you've seen what I've done
you'll be filled with disgust.
And when I'm gone
there will be no glory,
'cause when you've seen what I've done
you'll be filled with disgust!