The Inside کے بول

Fear / Madness... Always have they restrained. A dark psychic paradox. The suffering running into my veins and impairing by my unknown grief. Irrational grief of soul / Emotions with no senses. The light seems so black to me... I need to tear my skin and spread my blood on the ground of this unexalting world. Looking for the illness of innerself... Ready to be painting... My soul is empty... I am worse than the above / than your future. Sadistic aggression of my mind! I can read on my blood. I am intended to live with these sufferings. My inside is contaminated by this world... Blood and suffering / tears and lies will never die in myself! My bloody cold flesh perspires anger / My failing inside's spreading all its rot The inside of hate... Made by the hate... I hate this apathic world I see I am worse than the above / than your future