Spiteful fires of the undead.
The un drained pools of red.
The catalyst that started it all.
Feeling the urge and accepting the call.
Driving yourself in a maddening maze.
Dealing with this disease for the rest of your days.
Aggression, pain and all the fear.
The things we have come to hold most dear.
This conclusion of a life gone wrong
and within this realm we have to dwell so long.
Fire falling from the sky.
The milky white of their eye.
That insidious laughter that rings my ears.
The world that confirms all my worst fears..
Scavenge for your soul, only to get regret
and you haven’t even seen, the worst of it yet.

01/16/2002

Posted on 01/16/2002
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