Dicing With Death

If you taste my madness you’ll choke on my fears, Acidic black is the hue of my tears, My will is a parasite that burrows deep, And if it finds your soul then It’s mine to keep. Don’t play with me you insolent child, My mood is neither gentle nor mild, 6-6-6 is the mark of my number, Speak it thrice and I’ll awake from my slumber, If you dare they’ll be no turning back, All that you are will be riddled with black, You’ll feed on animosity from within the air, And live the atrocity I perpetuate there, There is no hiding if you waken me, There’s no where to run because no one will see, I’ll hunt in your mind in your senses and dreams, They’ll be no sign of me but for that of your screams, Be warned here and now Child of the light, Before you commit to an endless night, Before you turn to the hordes of the mad, Ask yourself, Is life really that bad.