on syths and dark artistryvenom spilled and harlotryit is mystics gift to feel everything as the night deepens and dark descendsmy soul wanders my life to defendlooking at ghouls and madmenundefined creatures of the horde sanity kept deep withinmy sanctuary is...

stir the spirit's mists then callit is callously you announce yourselftender of spirit I tune you outbreathing down my back thinking I won't bitecivility is for those civilhunted grace, I am guardedmortal grin then spityou're at war with yourself...

  The scene has been staged, to isolate the rageI'm packing a twelve gageFinding myself in need of powers as old as the cosmosI did the same as most Begging unknown deities for favors and giftsTo stop the pain and mend...

  I don't need anybody showing me the flaws in my designI think that I was born with a good heart, but a fucked up mindOf course there are those that won't agreeThey will only believe that I'm just truly...