• To understand love man needs to see himself first,
    Feeling hollownness is the point of death.
    Searching the endless abyass to find what he can't have.
    A curse that dwells as a parasite feeding at are sorrows.
    But I live on the piont beteewn soul and mind....staring...
    At the plauge of with I have rot,

    Sitting on my despair i wept for those I crushed.
    Letting loose the dogs of war,
    To a world I love so much.
    Seeing my demons take hold of what I've become.

    My curse spreads in every vain eating the humanity I held so dear
    Flesh turns to ashes, eyes blacken, and my hearts to stone.
    The hate has covered me in a blanket of what I leashed.
    A thousand sorrows, weeping children,but......but...
    That the life I've chosen....A life without love...
    A life as death........