The demons in me Enjoy twisting my every thought
Hell on Earth
In the place Even the devil
Food for Thought
No rest for the wicked Or so they say
Well Fed
He feeds on terror A steady diet
Interference
Deadman decrees That the dead
Fallen Angels
We have so many stories Of beautiful women
In the Words
There is innate power Within words
Stained Smile
Blood stained teeth shine In a parody of a smile
Immoral Immortal Wish
Bathing in their blood Hoping that this will
Livid Dreams
Don't go to sleep Whatever you do
Fragment of a Figment 