06/27/2004

Forest Fire in my mind, bleeding through to the vine
Dead in sight, dead in mind
Driping downward down my spine
Hate pain feel the tearing of the grain

Echo Salvation? Anihilation
Damnation, fixation on death
nothing left of the rain, I'm just drowning in this pain

As I cry these tears of bones, my body is pelted with
stones
Crumbled fate, the heart filled with hate
Agression? Depresion? All feelings blured in motion of
silence
Defiance in the heart, being dead might be a good start.

Departing the mind, lost and with nothing to find
An empty denial, your soul is on trial
Corruption, consumption of life
A hollow knife that sucks out your soul