Blood let face
In the mirrors of my soul I see blood and war and nights of cries and days of lore Fascinating fantasies of years in wonder and little worms not born I am the victim of my own mortality I am the victim of my sanity. I face the mirrors of soul not for long as what lies underneath is fierce and strong I tap the veins of my creative night and let the blemish violate the conquest and demise the light I am evil inside and outward I yearn to destroy all and everyone which leaves this plan of fearsome grit i have like you unforeseen power mercy for my truth and power in my eyes I wake up after another death with you no more fears and no more cries in dreams of sighing solution and fear of grasping illumination delight



















