• Revenge,
    Cold and deadly
    Lies bitterly on my tounge;
    The remains and memories
    Locked away
    I feel no guilt
    For what I've done
    For I will be gone soon;
    I feel Death's cold touch
    Smell Death's putrid scent
    Taste Death's empty taste;
    I can hear His echoing voices
    In my chest,
    It rings true;
    I can fight if I please,
    But I'd rather
    Follow through the darkness;
    It seems unreal,
    I feel no peace,
    Only cold an alone;
    As you bury me.