Aftermath

Have all abandoned me? Am I left alone in the cold? What is left to abuse but my memory?

Strange how this endless bleeding won't kill a man.

Can this tainted vessel be fuelled again, by something else than pain?

Fooled myself to believe that I am saved.

Dead eyes to the world around me, my mind paint the pictures I need, reality bends to my will.

I command the undying force of my anger, me too will be left behind when I stride to degenerate my being.

Insane, broken, torn apart.

When you fall, I will rise, when you bleed, I will heal, to make me whole again.

In the aftermath of our struggle, only hate remains.

I've been waiting, I've been waiting, in this weakened state for far too long.

Be prepared for my second coming, rage ride with me.

I am the raging storm, my fury performs to destroy, how I feast on others agony.

My anger makes me weak, it blinds me to what's real, if not controlled, I must consent to misery.

Insane, broken, torn apart.

When you fall I will rise, when you bleed I will heal, to make me whole again.

In the aftermath of our struggle, only hate remains.

I've been waiting, I've been waiting, in this weakened state for far too long.

Be prepared for my second coming, rage ride with me.