He feels the air get knocked out of him as the wound cuts his heart deep
Out of his heart and into his blood, anger and hate begin to seep
N-n-no! is his initial internal plea, fearing and in vain fighting what he knows lays ahead
In pain, he finds comfort, in war, he finds peace, but he fights it because he knows not how many others because of it have bled
That only makes it impossible for him to overcome it, try as he might, because he finds the pain he loves in the pain he on others brings about
The more hate and anger fills him, the more he wants it and the more he hates himself, it’s a self-feeding, circular route
He fights the fear of what he is, lies in saying, There’s light in my soul, but he always hurts whoever gets close and the pain of it unleashes his dark core
Now, hate and anger driving away everything else he feels, he stands terrified as it is happening once more
He fights against it so strongly, with everything he has, but that he even makes an attempt, never would think the wise
Judging by the fire in his eyes
He cannot overcome it, caves in, lets rage flood in as he stops fighting the hope he’s a good man, the lies
Everything he is and everything that makes him who he is, he might despise,
But no matter, this is what he wants, pain and hate feed, are what’s behind, his highs
For now, he will cling to the thrill of his hate and anger, even though knows he it will be his demise.
His cruelty begins to break through the wall of his good natured guise
The demon rips off the angelic disguise.
As the darkness overcomes it, what artificial light he has in desperation for survival cries
The chain holding his nature back cracks, falls apart, his self control dies
The anger in him will soon be lashed out as it begins to rise
Judging by the fire in his eyes
Simultaneously heated and cold,
Hate and anger do not on his heart have a hold
Rather, hate and anger are his heart, the essence of his what and who
He reminds himself, Breaking things and hurting people is just what I do
He lays out a path of destruction before him, looks at the one behind, begins marching forth
In the past, the path behind him descended into a frozen wasteland following everything before him in his gaze being scorched.
In the past, he marched with his back straight, chin low and with a grin as he with indifference to who was struck waved a sword
As a new high off of his pain and hate he chased and ran toward.
The past runs into the future, as now, from the pain and hate he is a vessel of, people will yet again be victimized
Judging by the fire in his eyes