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