SO here I am again, destroyed and angered by the world.
Never again I told myself.
My honor would never be ripped apart from me.
My art my redemption my salvation of the Dark arts.
But everything is falling from it’s place.
I rage again, I feel the fire inside of me that I thought has long died.
The spark of Darkness that Enthralls my very being.
The Spark that makes me fight.
But the same spark that drives me insane.
Ooh how I missed the Halls of Mad Men.
To wander without aim.
How can I feel this empty, while I am not the blame.
Why does this thrall haunt my thoughts while I know what I should do.
I can’t bring myself to lift the hammer of judgment.
It is driving me into my grave for the madness is killing me.
I’ll never have a peaceful night again for the debt will never be paid.
So I’ll dread the final moments in which I have to dream.
For I will not stop until the hell hound is dealt with.
Until he either rots where he can’t get out.
Or the world can enjoy the sight of his snapped neck.
I’ll murder the world to defend those I love.
My evil spark being the only good thing within me.
But I don’t want to live in the Asylum I am forced into.
Still I’ll go into war, I’ll fight my own blood if I have to.
So come inside and look at the quite impressive piece of shit I have created.
LET ME OUT!
Is all I want to say but the animal within me has awoken now.
Only a pack of beasts can destroy another pack.
I feel the burning of my mind, slowly everything is slipping away to make place for eternal rage.
I don’t know how I got here.
I lost what was holding me back.
I’ll return to my ooh so sweet insanity.
I have lost my mind in the hope I’ll find a better kind of peace.
How have I become the criminal?
While all I ever did was suffer and defend.
Aah I remember the scar the Asylum left me.
The insecurity of not being insane will make me insane.
Therefore always bringing me back here.
The pain goes further then any physical harm.
So you want to call it something?
You can call it nightmares, rage, ruin, despair, defiance, heresy.
Once again I see the light as an evil thing.
As it tries to erase the errors of it’s past I desperately chase it’s judgement.
And if therefore I shall lay in the shadow then so be it.
But I will not rest a single day until I bathe in the blood of my enemies.
I will not give up my battle so I can avoid the tormentor of my family.
I will destroy this plaque and all who stand beside it.
I will end it, right here, right now.
Like I said, I’ll never truly leave the Asylum