hauntingly lighted, the setting loomed
Hear the silent sounds surround me
Hue of red leading to my fireplace where He,
he who burned gently with a rancid smell wafting
Howling wolves plunge me into hysterical laughing
How tonight ends I leave the devils as witness
Heartily my chimney puffs smoke without finesse
Height of my life I've reached with bloody hands
Haughtily sinning in the face of god,
heavenly father I will forsake for these devilish bands
Hark now, for satan draws nearer to my heart
Heaps of blood within my soul, spilled apart.
Gripping my hair to hold onto this world
I scream at those who whisper sweet words into my skull,
what words cannot do, but my mind is full!
Lunging across the room in repulsed agony I fall
and I call, I call for the loved one he took to the other side.
Now he's dead, forever gone, his skull did collide
with steel so cold, so hard, and so unforgiving
How can I go on living? Satan calls to witness all who dare,
my sins sit in plain view, my sentence leads only to dispair
Slowly maddening, my mind races askew
I am left alone to wallow in my guilt,
but if you ask me this simple question,
"Do you regret this life you have built?"
In my white padded room, arms saddled to my back and an air of tension,
messy haired me, grinning ever so innocently
I'll reply with fevered look and trembling voice,
"The choices I make, the choices are mine
I took these devilish bands,
placed them 'round my soul with these very hands,
to keep bound the sadness he invoked
As he croaked out his regrets, harder I would choke!
In his eyes I saw life fading, but in my heart so did my anger
evaporate into the smoke created from corpse and fire
My sanity lay untouched as I felt content
Then the bands began to itch and tighten,
I feared this sign that was heaven sent
My ego slowly did begin to frighten
In such a state my soul was ripped asunder
Insanity engulfed my being and I began to wonder,
Where was it that I had blundered? How could a man such as I, go awry?
You who view me so harshly in your detached state
Could you ever know the agony I faced as my fate
Labeling me coldly with stagnant eyes,
slowly in front of your ever cold, still eyes
Quietly, in mock protest my withered soul dies
Leaving behind this scarred shell to tell the story of a man
who took vengeance as a vendetta, only as one man can."