Being itself with no apology Trawling his mind with its own psychology Cruising his night with silent intent The Beholder refuses with a hateful descent
Peace denying Grace defying
Troubled morality drowned so deep His Soul sold the devils to keep No rest for the wicked as they say The tranquil angel has had his day Eternal destruction a new found pleasure To die with no question at his leisure Relief as the darkness makes him feel numb To live on would be a costly sum Silence a beauty with no sound of regret βFinallyβ he screams finally he can forget