You know not the pain of truth.
There’s naught but pain and sorrow.
The burden of knowing your future,
I can see into the morrow.
My past has been haunting.
My dreams are now all nightmares.
Why should not my future be curse,
For now i have no fears.
There are demons on every single corner.
Pulling, Tugging, Poking, Warring.
My body they are tormenting,
My mind they keep whoring.
They shall rip, pull, and tear.
Until my body no longer whole.
Then they shall converge upon me,
And finally have my soul.