They say : I'm sick.
A thirsty soul craving for luxury.
Addicted to Dark deeds: goudy: imperfect......
Scattered in their holy temples.


Threw me in an abode of hopelessness,
In the dark fading brume;
Crying, hiding my scars......
Lost again in darkling dingle,
Making me confused, lost and an
Empty witch.
In dolour, accessed with all maniac deeds,
Ended up being scribbled, dark shadow;
Howling in those moonlit dark forests,
Preying over innocent beings......


Then;...