He which the flames of passion engulfs
He who has those pitch black thoughts
Those dreams of eternal emptiness
Corrupts his already darkened soul
The one with no-one but himself
He with no lights in his life
He who wishes his pain to go away
He who cuts his own arm
Only to make the voices hush
To chain down his inner demons
Demons that always grows inside
He cuts himself more and deeper
As the pain within him grows with them
Chaining them down until that moment
He has nothing more to cut...
