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I am Dennis. There is nothing else you would ever want to know about me. Thanks for reading.
From my friends Crimson Dead
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coarse as stone emotionless i wither
alone in purgatory for sins committed hither
the calling isn’t as beautiful as it seems
but when you’ve fallen from yourself
its hard to know the difference
forgetting the past is one thing
forgetting the people in that past is another
a blind future is only so bright
as pieces of your history begin to fade
an empty future is all that’s left in its wake.
a change has come to me
something unexpected, uncomfortable
the cold, the dead, the hollow
corrupted is my soul feeding on hatred alone
i see no compassion in sorrow
i cannot relate to them
they seem so vivid, so weird
normal people, abnormal ghosts
i feel no regret for my actions
no sympathy for the dying
heartlessly i stare at their suffering
wishing it were mine
a hunger for pain and misery
my wrath shall have the best of me.
running in my suicidal nightmare
this feeling of chill
stays so close, sticks to me like glue
she never said a word to let me go
oh, how flattered am i to see the world!
they hate me at last, filling my void
damn my existence, i want you to
pick up that knife and cut me in two
freedom befalls my bloody eyes
red tears of joy i cry
leaving this world forever, am i
i hate you all, more than you hate me
I’ll see you in hell and I’ll be waiting.