My name is pain, my name is hate. I walk beside the fire that burns within his eyes, it is him I give my life. I dont speak of God for he is among the sad and weak it is the devil I speak of, strong in sense, powerful in touch, I do not have a heart of juicy bright red, I do not have a soul that shines a blinding sight. My heart inside is gold and dark like that of burnt grass, I soul is black and swallows up God like light. I appear weak and frail but my power is raw and hidden, I can not call of God for my mind will burn. I call for Satan to lead me from the gates to give me a life of death and fire, a place to warn my melted soul. It is I that is in control for my name is pain, my name is hate, for the innocent souls I must wait..
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 08:48:23 +0000