I have come to set my angst upon the page
Strokes of madness written in blood
Words staining the flesh of a once vibrant tree
Purging my mind of this vile world
I could describe the beauty of the first spring bloom
But winter shall sweep those thoughts away
Freezing my veins
There are few true fighters anymore
We have amassed an army of leeches
Slowly our world is dying
We lay at her bosom like vampires
Stealing her life blood
Sinking our teeth into her flesh without hesitation
We know no shame
