321st Post

Gone are nights.

In which true laughter used to exists.

In its place.
Echos the hollow laughs of one who is forced to laugh.

Gone with the wind.
In which my former mind used to exist.

In its place.
Almost nothing is left of it.

Destructive rage.
Is all that remains.

The insatiable lust for blood.

And how i delight and revel.
Just by listening to the tormented screams of the victims.
When i reveal my true form.

The dark lord of death and destruction.

But yet.
Veiled behind all this terror.

A tormented soul is revealed.

A soul that weeps tears.
Tears which are made from the blood of the fallen innocent.

Crushed beyond hope.
It can only wait.

Until the night.
Of its master's absolute self destruction.

A form of release.
Paid for in blood and metal.