I cant help but stare out these windows peering from behind the eyes of despair I search for my soul in darkness where I lost it must be where start is..if its just me here why do I smell **** ,****...I done flushed **** out the toilet...now it seems I've flushed my soul down a toilet bowl...bloodstained and burdened with grief it circles then is swallowed..into the abyss into sleepy hollow..into the mind of the beast where all dear not follow..from the mind to the mouth..swallowed to the south into the grout..into the belly of the beast..deeper down into the depths of hell...deeper still..Satan knew me well..The Chosen just beyond reality I lay in a spell...Zeus' arrow to the heart of Satan I William Tell.