Testimony Of A Sick Brain-Mutiilation

None of their so called joy can't light my apathy Morbid desires of torture flash in my brain Wherever I go thoughts of violence prevail His voice arouse me to create art with flesh Loneliness support the static depression When a thousand dreadful sins stick to my mind I'm becoming stronger drinking your vital wine Never enough blood to satisfy my sinner's soul I show no interest to the common living world My lustful ecstasy comes from the dead's kingdom Years pass as sanity downfalls Short moments of lucidity rare but unbearable I live in a world where silence doesn't exist The black dog asked me to hush them all This is my testimony for the mad man to hear Please someone get those children killed At every door of hope that close in front of your face You ask yourself if what kills you is a real sickness This hostile force to hate the world and God's creation Too late to change or evolve, no need to try anymore Impossible and useless to wait for a cure Feelings of scorn and reject will corrode the future Impossible shapes take structure in my mind I see strange shadows surrounding me at night Sick and gruesome architecture of my brain's cells Distortion of time, values and reason Knowing it will end by a violent way I keep on decaying I live in a world where silence doesn't exist The black dog asked me to hush them all This is my testimony for the blind man to read People in the future will study and admire my work