• A blackened heart, beaten down,
    a rose's petals all tattered.
    A face condemned to wear a frown,
    a life of dreams all shattered.
    A breath strangled, voice silent,
    all innocence lost in a world violent.

    A flickering light fights the storm,
    frailest beacon, holds all my hope.
    A taste gone dull, eaten by worms,
    rotting life, at the end of a rope.
    Justice vindicated by killing another,
    religion has killed another brother.

    A mocking smile to hide a lie,
    welcoming arms draw them in.
    By blade of my knife murders die,
    in the morning I go hunting again.
    Heaven forsook me long ago,
    but can Hell hold me, do you know?