7 March 2013
As the smoke clears, Apparent is sight. A cause for the broken, A sheath for my knife.
An early surrender, Delusion, all gone. Destruction and anger, The theme of my song.
A home for the wicked, Blank canvas, stained red. As more pain inflicted, Reveals hate instead.
One lonely existance, Life's curse set in stone. No time for the hopeless, Leave my dreams alone.
A Dream Within A Nightmare • Opuss № I