Under the moonlight
In a forest of dead trees...

This isnt a poem actually, its a story im writing...
He was always an outcast, but not by choice. A...

Is this all one big illusion
this institution...

It inside you
blood, the fluid of life...

They rip through skin
and tear through vein...

The mother of destruction waits
on the ship of creation...

Open your eyes, I'm here
its time to say goodbye to all your hopes and...

The manipulated dead will do anything to save...
to escape obscurity...

Deceitful, malevolent, and inhuman
these are some words to describe how i feel...

You cant escape this
so don't run away...

Mindlessly slaughtering all that surrounds them
the blood of their friends will eventually drown...

I'm painted in pain
and colored in confusion...