Odac Murucsbo
Disturbed
Deformed and sickened
Twisted mind
Lost to darkness
Lost to sanity
Voices constantly telling me
To do that
Which I do not want to do
I feel lost
In my own mind
A prisoner
To my own
Twisted conscience
Hatred guides me
All I want
Is darkness
To be alone
Finding nothing in this life
Worth hoping for
Dreams are not but nightmares
Nightmares are not but savage
Sickened depravities
Death is what I know
Following me
Constantly
A shadow
That darkens my path
Blood is the payment for life
Death is the payment
For living
Alone in this world
Alone in my own mind
Darkness falls
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