The depths of haunting souls scratch on the border of sanity,
Emerging spirits tease and taunt you whilst cry in despair,
The teary angels condemn your state.
Stagnant blush on your cheeks is that of a corpse,
And the phlegmatic rhythm of a shattered heart constantly replay,
The cold so harsh that is seeps into your very bones
The thematic facets of your nightmares surround you,
Isolated in peril, more nefarious affliction occurs,
This cerebral thunder never ends, and it's your fault.
You are sent into convulsion of sorrow,
To facade the fact that you have an affinity for chaos,
So this is the fate of those who solely destroy
