The vices which have been pulling me down,
From a life existence of which i had live before
The ill forsaken twist of the mind  has taken me under the spell of which I now endure
My death is soon
End time
Killing the swine of man kind
No more the riches that lie in their Vanity with prescriptions of a farewell existence of a twisted surveillance
hidden between the reality and the profanity of the mind that’s been hearing the deliberate words of certain messages delivered which sounds absurd…..
……such displeasing details the thoughts of situations at hand are well seen and heard by me  in the intrusions mind-****** layer which became  reality for me because the existence at first had given me a gift to here such wisdom for all ive been imprisoned and tortured and left with out any social ability too mend appropriately  back into society
17 years later I'm still unnerved with such hypocrisy life's a trip in this devious secret society . far beyond the jealousy of the nature displayed in favor dedicated to the intruder beyond all glory I give them a profile sickend to the pedophiles galore. no not me will I be mind ****** manipulated and scorned through your curious desire watching the behaviors given until pleasures delivered that satisfied the Hunger of a deviant composer forbidden closer quite well taken perceptions blundered obscured exposer of character  oh aww things of which God and your mother should never ever witness or conjure .
Hear them calling me!!!!!!

That terrible potency still effects me of what I got buried in my secret domain.
Dealing with the tendencies, Here wracking my brain.
The list of actions taken, when created a world of chaos,
Interrupted miscalculation which erupted a productive reproduction of
Simple conclusions thought to surpass all of creativities illusions,
Is now believed to be placed in a different dimension of space and time
Beyond the minds comprehension

Midnight stalkers inclined to harvest,
Sick invested judgmental torments download like there's no tomorrow
Introversitle  mind, declined
Of all attributes hidden away in time
Solitarity subject of his own mind
Off on a daring night
Secretly hide, and not to be seen
For the events created may turn out too obscene
The boy , he is too blind to realize
Of the insanity that LIES inside

The feeling obstranged fighting the hunger it feeds on
Again the Obstacles of misfortune he chose his paths darkened domain
The culling of his strickened deviled head
Over powers the mortality he once lived
Decaying in the self inflicted foolishness of which he reigns