Empty rotting carcass am I.
Am I worthy? Should I die?
Exhausted, aged, suffocated;
Cicular and all of these related.
The diversity of me is so strong.
I am insane, but how is this wrong?
Overcautious, beaten by the noise.
My purity and strength their favorite toys.
Go ahead and blame me for my insanity
When the fault is their's in the reality.
In the realm of their asphyxiating presence.
Annihilating every single bit of my essence.
No one understands the fragile state I'm in.
No one can fathom the struggle within.
I am the walking dead; Efface the enemy.
Partake of the blood; Scrutinize the calamity.
Obliged by the arsenal that holds you all back.
I liquidate the impetus that turns our souls black.
Disintegration; my sanity withering away.
Your sadistic machination must be delayed.
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Finished today: 10-26-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem. I am the founder of a solo black metal band so i want to ask you if may i have your permission to use your poem as lyrics for a song that i am currently making. I have written the most of the music.