This is not poetry
sad angry malcontent
searching for a screaming face
I'm yawning towards the abyssal ascent
pandemonium created--a safe place
a place of reason, out of chaos into fire
lakes of death and streaming curses
all my heart once was is about to expire
foundation on sad petty Morningstars
i cant show you how to fly
i cant explain to you the depth of rhyme
out of tragic portrayal pending the patent
to make sadness my own disgrace
ill fund my holy wars on owning pain
for every amount of shame
pay me the amount 6 plus 6 plus 6 times your soul
exactly how i steal
all of your hope from you
hiding in the shadows of the bags of my eyes
restless nights and burning tears
fearing fires and firing fears
I'm the reason for all of mans crimes
rituals held in the night to uphold my godliness
fighting Him with steadfast cruelty
to all that he created
i am Sin, I am Fear... I am Sadness
I am dormant displaced under his creation
seconds thoughts perhaps i should've remained
better to rule in hell then serve in heaven