Life, a cruel device to drive those who live slowly insane.
I see it, in every word I hear it… but I am not effected by this madness?
I see that ordinary men fear me… in every fluttering eye that gazes at me
I see the thoughts that are twisted with lack of ways to describe their feelings.
You were not the same?
But what it was that made you this way
I cannot remember.
Has my long sleep not punished me enough?
Why can I not remember?
Only reflections, blurred images of you're final moments,
Every rose reminds me of the blood you shed
But no longer red but black… as my soul.
I will find revenge, not in heven or in hell, but in my own heart,
I fight not for life but for death.
Andrew Nixon