Greetings those who serve no-one,
Alas your lives are almost done...

Death, Comes from above
In this age of deception...

Every single day I look into your eyes,
Every single day I wish that you were mine...

I am a writer
I am a Writer...

It keeps them alive,
It flows within them...

I look up from my book and see it,
If I didn’t I’d likely...

As I walk through the dirty city streets I wonder...
Why man destroyed the earth, intent on owning it...

The wedding was on Tuesday,
At 7:00 A.M...

Welcome those who serve the one,
Alas your lives are almost done...

I am the night, the darkness that sweeps over you...
I am death, that cold blank helpless persona...

I must go to space and float among the stars,
I will look out the window directly at mars...

Death, sweet death.
It travels through the endless tunnels of my mind...