Your mind is hurting your mind is in pain,
Struggle, fight on, but in vain,
I will make you see the truth that you are nothing but rain,
Your mind is turning crazy you're going insane!!!!

Find me in the murky forest full of dark secrets and gloom,
Go quick for while you search for me the thorns will bloom,
The darkness will rise, the forests will go cursed and old,
If you won't be quick enough you will turn to nothing but mold…

Quick enough to accept me as a friend,
Don't worry I have a hand that will lend,
But at the same time I'm a ghoul who is not even worth to be sand,
You are a saint, and!?

I curse the dark and the golden,
Make minds go messed up and all molden,
I deceive and hurt, coz I'm just trash,
I slay others, and I spread pain like rash…

The emerald forest is my happiest mood,
Find me there and I will be good,
I will explain why the darkness is my food,
I will explain why I'm so twisted, dark, and rude…

I always knew I was not worth enough,
Everything was ruined and broken when I tried to work out the stuff,
I hurt others and made others cry,
I knew it was better to hurt thyself and live than just quickly die…

So that's why I took myself to the role of cutting,
My mind is going crazy, my thoughts are rotting,
Turning cruel evil and cold as stone,
Dark thoughts and hatred are surging through my every bone…

I hurt the mind till they get angry and in rage,
Or if not, then I hurt them till the tears wet the page,
I show them how life is hard when you care,
Start living for yourself and finding joy in hurting, it's an order, not a dare!!!!

When you care you got no time for yourself and your troubles,
They pile up and they won't pop away like bubbles,
You get hurt when you care, you feel pain,
You always have thoughts of drowning in rain!!

So why don't you come and join the fun?
Brush away those silly thoughts of suicide and drop your gun,
Come on, live for yourself and only care about your life,
Someone bothering or annoying you? Well don't be stupid, stab them with a knife!!!!

We all have a dark side, we all have a piece of mind,
Why don't we start thinking only of ourselves and come to bind?
We can leave the emerald forest and share our secrets not,
We all, all are just meat that should just rot…

That's right, if you feel hurt, useless, and alone,
Then love the feeling, for you have the cruelty and darkness that you own!!
You know you are trash,
But at least you can spread on others the pain like rash…

Make them be lower than your soul,
It's alright. We are trash, but here is the cruelty and the darkness that plays the role,
We can hurt others till they go screaming and crazy,
Make them see the truth, make their vision be to the reality not foggy and  hazy…

Show them what they really are,
Whether it takes a time of peace or a ****** war,
We will be trash from near and far,
Like reality shows us, we are a rusty nail, not a shining bright star…

We all hurt and deceive, hurting with truth and not lies,
Isn't it always pleasing to watch a child who knows the truth and cries?
We all are ghouls to the people who don't need to die,
We are demons and ***** to darkness, we make others scream in anger and from pain just cry…

I am just a rusty nail that hangs off from the belt,
Oh if you knew how much the pain felt,
Come on, I wanna say hello, open up the door,
Who is it? It's me, the thing that is nothing but to the darkness a simple nasty *****…






~Mishka Wayz~

Ruined by memories, ****** by life,
Burned with a torch, stabbed with a knife,
Standing on the mountain and staring at the blue,
Remembering how I killed you, thinking of you ~

My face burned with hate, my voice gone,
I'm all alone, a quadrillion against one,
I was born with death inside me, coz I'm a ghoul,
But I'm still a slayer, not a fool…

Remembering how I came to life coz of you,
You made me, you loved me too,
But I was born with darkness inside, whispering in the deepest corners,
Having thoughts to **** the weak, I wasn't into mourners…

I remember how you gifted me with a soul,
I was dying before, my heart a gaping emtpy hole,
You made me see love, see what is life,
But I was born a psychopath, so when I had a chance I stabbed you with my knife…

The soul you gave me, I made it dark,
Made it lifeless, cruel, and rough like hard bark,
I know I played my cards like losing Hell,
But hey, at least now, I live so well…

Getting to leave simpleness behind, getting to be crazy,
To the troubles and pain, my vision is going hazy,
I no longer care about others, I am all on my own,
The world against me, look at what I have grown…

Killing my mother gave me joy,
Coz I'm no longer a mother-******* boy,
I'm a ghoul, a psychopathic *****, who loves gore and pain,
I have now only one thing in mind; the blood is my rain…

Chewing on the gold I steal and get,
About what I did I never regret,
Coz a life is a life, it is not two three four five six seven, but only one,
Better enjoy it before it is gone…

Using the streets as a toy, by hurting ignoring and lying,
Wishing to **** someone, wishing to see them dying,
As I pull the hood over my face, I remember one thing,
My name is Illanth, and I stand as one, and live like a king.…







~ Mishka Wayz ~

Love is a war
Played like a game

These feelings are pawns
Marching to the flames

Burning passion blue
The blood trickles down

Who has time for fashion
When there are stains on the gown?

Her eyes weep gentle tears of blood in the cold and dead of midnight
Standing, shuttering, with the crimson stained knife in the candlelight

“I’m in love”, she whispered softly to the rag doll on the shelf
Smiling serenely, her insincerity masking her true self

With blood-stained hand and shifting eyes she lifts the butchered head
The sweet smell of death rotting intoxicating her evil spread

She slaughtered her love with the knife he gave her only the day before
All she wanted was to be with him forever and nothing more