" From the world of darkness I did loose demons and devils in the power of scorpions to torment " Charles Manson



" In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death. " Thomas Wolfe



Buried in ashes up to my face

Gaze into the mirror and see a disgrace

The embers of something dead, decaying in the wind

Reflect true undying, and the birth of newfound sin



Vices have consumed me like fires of destruction

No one to blame for this suffering, was my own construction

I see the demons staring back at me, laughing with their jeers

While I exhibit such self-loathing, my enemies shout with cheer



I envision nothing

No reality

Nothing is sacred to me

Falling through the cracks

Broke my mother's back

God please.....give her back to me



Sleepless wandering.....oasis of no belief

Desecrate thyself in the cradled arms of self sacrifice

Torment is agony, clandestine and lethal

All I see is black, no more twisted grey

When you no longer have a soul

There is no need to pray

It's simple in conclusion, your the hunter or the hunted

The killer or the victim, the savage or the prey



My blood begins to boil as my fists begin to clench

I hear the snapping of your jaw as my hands begin to wrench

Hate has taken root instead in the hollows of my soul

Inside every painful memory no one can stitch such a hole



I envision nothing

No reality

Nothing is sacred to me

Falling through the cracks

Broke my mother's back

God please.....give her back to me



Dragged through the mud my complexion is dark and vain

Efforts to abandon me are dangerous waters indeed

Afterlife on the ghost train remember my creed

Devoid of feelings that filter out poison in my blood