We will Kill,
For state of Mind.
We will Die
From what we Find.

Death surrounds Us,
At every Corner.
A heavy Sleeper,
A heavy Mourner.

Life is Death,
As Death is Life.
He will Kill
His beauty Wife

Music Heard,
A song of Sadness.
She is Surrounded
With seeping Madness.

As life is Done,
Through heavy Rock.
The hands will Turn,
On the Madness Clock.

© Kristel. S 2003