Jun 2013
Deranged and misplaced in a world of deceit Morals fade as hypocrisy defeats your belief Profound thoughts pleading for sanity die at the words of those around me Deprived of sleep and affection in an apathetic state of depression Drenched in hate and separated from truth I hid in my mind The darkest place I’ve ever been was my own mind Light abandoned in the background died down and I fell in the shadows
Obscurities in desolate caverns tortured my sanity Drained of life my soul found comfort with demons I created in my heart Alone in nostalgia I created beliefs that made sense to a mad man and accepted them gladly An immense loathing for happiness and a mind fixated on destroying all things pure The light was murdered never to be seen again gone forever and drowning in sin Filled with blood blacker than night and a mind too sadistic for the world My body was armour filled with a demon
Placidly screaming for freedom chaos followed me as night does the day The mind is gone and the body is a shell weaker than self-control I teased myself with I was a plaything for evil sitting in the depths of my own Hell Constructing complications that have never even seen life my mind was deceived I took pleasure in hate and anarchy and perceived love to be a lie The outside seemed dejected and the inside was infected with insanity conjured from demons My soul fled to recess formed by blades of hate
Chains forged in the lake of fire bound me to my own pathetic sub conscious Lost in the dark, searching for intellectual reasoning I quit…. All was dull… Hate and Evil became boring... Love and compassion was long extinct There was nothing left, my soul remained but as purposeless as the body it inhabited Incoherent and abandoned, forsaken by none yet all in my judgment I was below mankind and became prey for the living dead My soul altered into physical animosity The pleasures of the world were miserable Light avoided me and persons overlooked me My body lay, rotting, praying for an escape but death would be an imprisonment of solitude The concept of Hell was ravishing and the indication of pain was tempting Blood of my body paints the earth from crawling towards an end.. Would there be an end? Surely none are as wretched as I… I say cremate the wretched. Praying for Hell from the Almighty God who knows all perspectives yet offers a choice
God creates us with a voice to be heard yet he knows the outcome Therefore wouldn’t be crafting souls to be hurt?
Obscurities in desolate caverns tortured my sanity Drained of life my soul found comfort with demons I created in my heart Alone in nostalgia I created beliefs that made sense to a mad man and accepted them gladly An immense loathing for happiness and a mind fixated on destroying all things pure The light was murdered never to be seen again gone forever and drowning in sin Filled with blood blacker than night and a mind too sadistic for the world My body was armour filled with a demon
Placidly screaming for freedom chaos followed me as night does the day The mind is gone and the body is a shell weaker than self-control I teased myself with I was a plaything for evil sitting in the depths of my own Hell Constructing complications that have never even seen life my mind was deceived I took pleasure in hate and anarchy and perceived love to be a lie The outside seemed dejected and the inside was infected with insanity conjured from demons My soul fled to recess formed by blades of hate
Chains forged in the lake of fire bound me to my own pathetic sub conscious Lost in the dark, searching for intellectual reasoning I quit…. All was dull… Hate and Evil became boring... Love and compassion was long extinct There was nothing left, my soul remained but as purposeless as the body it inhabited Incoherent and abandoned, forsaken by none yet all in my judgment I was below mankind and became prey for the living dead My soul altered into physical animosity The pleasures of the world were miserable Light avoided me and persons overlooked me My body lay, rotting, praying for an escape but death would be an imprisonment of solitude The concept of Hell was ravishing and the indication of pain was tempting Blood of my body paints the earth from crawling towards an end.. Would there be an end? Surely none are as wretched as I… I say cremate the wretched. Praying for Hell from the Almighty God who knows all perspectives yet offers a choice
God creates us with a voice to be heard yet he knows the outcome Therefore wouldn’t be crafting souls to be hurt?
