or sign in with e-mail
by Wishmaster Sep 3, 2008 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
Where I gently talk The room begins to balk Calling me insane For describing such horrid pain When none can answer Their minds filled with deadly cancer Beginning to plot Their souls begin to rot Burn, burn they can Since I will be the fall of man Is it my mind full of insanity Or of deadly threats against humanity