decimation of a fragile mind,like a coiling snake it builds up inside,bursting forth in the pursuit of violence,blood is
my father it is my guidance,

my pupils dilate,my heart it pulsates,this violence it was,meant to be,

if its forgivness you seek your in the wrong place,you existance is bleak its on your stone face

break me free from insanity,

as it drains from your veins,you faulter,as i stare into your eyes you wain,never stopping this insane madness,realisation of murder most foul,

i see you for what you really are,

theres something brewing deep inside like a black hole,my face its my disguise,im the unknown