i'm so obsesssed with my obsessions that i've been consumed by hate.
be that as it may, a piece of me still clings to what little sanity i have left.
and ever so slowly the demons that tourment my soul are taking over my free will,
bending all my conscience thoughts, shaping them how they see fit.
oh how i've longed for the day of release.
freedom from the tourtured life i now must endure now seems like a long forgotten dream.
and as i pray on this alter of pain, cradle my filth in your arms and remember the man i once was
for it is he who is gone.
i am just a memory