On the canvas of my sanity,
The bloody colour of doom spreads,
Awakening the darkness within.
Unholy is the temple of my soul,
Desecrated by my feelings of woe,
Altering my mind state,
And giving pain in heavy wage,
As i succumb to the black rage.
To paint death in colorful shades,
A dark beauty of sorrow,
That i would offer you on a platter of gold,
Seeing the light go off in your eyes,
As you lay lifeless in the pool of your lies,
Your perfect demise.
Free mind 