My mind is empty; yet my heart aches consistently
I am alone; yet surrounded by anonymity
I scream and growl and yell
There is no denying; my seat is reserved, I am in hell
Hello, I speak to the figure in the dark
My body will transform; from here I will bark
For my roars were forever silent
My urges within grew increasingly violent
The man whose name should not be uttered
In a new dimension; my mind is still so cluttered
For I have seen the red inside the horns
A life so still; it be not worth the mourns
Living the good life; they say good is hard work
Standing beside the grave I will forever lurk
One magpie; one is not within means
Years I will promote the visuals on the screens
For I am the one who sold the soul
The body still stands; but the mind strolls
The wish I has been ever so unlucky
Trapped inside, a young man name lucky