• in ink my thoughts are creeping
    while my pen is bleeding
    my skills are far exceeding
    what peopl thought of my being
    between the lines there lies no meaning
    for people whose hope is leading
    them down a path of jeering eyes
    and you've come to surmise
    that no one here ever cries
    in a world where everyone dies
    and those who live tell not but lies
    filling empty heads with crimson skies
    forever drowning in suprise
    while a warped and horrid dreams, depleting
    of those who are sleeping
    while their minds eye is seeking
    seeing, but not beleiving
    that a twisted world goes on repeating
    everything perpetuating
    souls of soldiers still releasing
    from the dead dawns black sun
    All of this has just begun
    now the demons all merge as one
    to bring the population down to none