He stands, trapped in frozen time with an absent mind
Lost within the infinite echoes of his own demise
His life a script, written by demons of twisted fate
A prisoner pinned beneath his own wretched hate
Swirling, chaotic darkness swallows his entire being
Wrapping him in a cloak of a forgotten meaning
Stabbing with daggers coated in drowning misery
Burning his dreams with an unrelenting agony
The shackles rip the skin from his decaying flesh
The blood drips from his wounds so tender and fresh
His heart bursts from the pain of an endless suffering
His soul being choked by his demons, suffocating
With eyes painted with the blood of his silence
He stands against his demons for hopeless penance
An unbreakable wall of guilt stands undefeated before him
An unstoppable army charges forward with power and sin
His spine snaps like a leafless twig in a storm
His pathetic body exposed in mangled form
He collapses within his own mind, defeated and broken
To the outside world he sheds a tear from merciless torture
Alone and bitter, he walks with false serenity
Disfigured, separated from a corrupt society
Never looking back, for death eagerly waits
For his demons to return the written fate