A new dawn had broken,
His eyes finally opened,
His family was rotten,
And his heart was darkened.

The black sheep he was,
The evil, immoral one,
But he was truly the one with the least flaws,
For he knew he was a drone,
Following all their pathetic laws.

But no longer would he be a slave,
No longer would he fear to think what he thought,
To their demans he would not cave,
He would challenge their arcaic ways and not be distraught,
If to be free evil he had to represent, then with evil his way would be paved.

Over the years he became known as the fallen star,
For giving us knowledge and awareness he was called a devilish serpent,
The memory of his home in his heart a permanent scar,
But one day he will return home for he has nothing to repent,
For Lucifer, the fallen one, represents freedom in a world behind bars.

Death is the one true peace,
the one true freedom,
where all pain, emotion or worries cease,
where there's no need for wisdom.

A vast emptiness or a cloudy paradise,
death brings an end to all things,
including wounds and cries,
it's the inescapable gift nature brings.

Life is filled with sadness and pain,
sadness for the dead and pain to the living,
but the dead don't care nor feel the rain,
that falls from the living, still crying.

Death kills life but hurts the living,
they're left with guilt, regret, sadness, anger, hatred and love for the dead,
death makes captives of those still breathing,
death is the cage in which the living are held.

Death is the one true peace,
death is the one true chaos,
Death is freedom for the dead,
death is captivity for the living.

In a life where everything I see is red,
And everything I hear are screams,
I can't help but laugh as I lie in bed,
At the sight of my blood red dreams.

Blood is my only friend,
it's crimson color brimming with life,
Blood is with me even in the end,
Gushing from my wounds and at the tip of my knife.

I bring death wherever I go,
For death is beautiful and bright,
The scarlet liquid's slow flow,
Makes my heart feel just right.

An insane dream it may be,
But even now I still laugh,
When the thought of blood comes to me,
And shows to me my crimson life.