My life is a search, I try to grasp, this world. My hands grow cold, by the grip of sadness. My hands becomes red. By the blood of pain. what is this? is this evil world, nothing but torture. stabbing us, till we bleed dead. Where is this god? I see only demons, haunting my memories. is joy, nothing but a illusion? is hope, nothing but a dream? are we doomed? chained in a dark dungeon. with our hearts, filled with false hope. waiting to be, destroyed. waiting for our sweet end. when we break free. and our last blood, brings salvation.
