• soulles child a black whole swallowing pleasure and pain, loosing on the world the anger and hatred burned in my brain.with the pain of the seeds of lies engraved so deeply in my eyes. killing not only by the hand, but by words,destroying for my pain is equal as to a flightless bird. to overcome the world in despare and fear,and to make it forever known that the end is near. sweatdrop no that is not what i want to be but if it isnt than what is the true me. stressed