Darkness, Surrounding me,
Haunts even in my dreams,
Those cries, so filled with anguish,
Those people, so quick to perish,
I guess it was better, in the long-run,
Not by the knife but instead the gun.
Light, Revealing that around me,
But chaining me, never to be free,
Never to know the joys of life,
Only to feel terror and strife,
But, its ok, not to be a hypocrite,
But after all these years, I'm used to it.
Chains, binding me to existence,
Just begging and begging for repentance,
From the sins that I had made,
And now, I am no longer afraid,
Because my suffering is almost done,
But the battle I still have not won.
I charge, now to the front,
Crazed with the lust for hunt,
Forgotten what I was or who I am,
So drunk from spilt blood of the lamb,
Killing and killing for killings sake,
No real reason for the actions I take.
Finally, the day, it hath come for me,
The day that I can finally break free,
And I'm going to take my freedom by the reins,
And ride it through pleasures and pains,
Through fires and flames of terror and war,
On and on, begging and begging for more,
It may seem wrong of me,
That this is not the way to be,
That I am abusing my humanity for my own gain,
Only causing the ones around me pain,
And, believe this I might,
If it weren't for the knowledge of wrong and right,
I'm not human.
