Forgotten کے بول

The auro of death surrounds my ticking Mind forcing my thoughts to be anything But kind and making me violently sick and Diseased i am plagued with a burning Agony fantasies about insides that i shall Slowly burn and all the stomachs the blood Will turn and all the bones i shall break And the flesh i plan to take slicing Through innards,i can almost feel the pain If i weren't so so cold,so caloous and crazed Your flesh i lust,your flesh i desire you My friends are my lost empire and all the Blood that could from sea I grin at you so wickedly this life, i have Slowly taken away a gift stolen and Replaced with pain you,mean nothing to me Other than a thrill and another fantasy is Fullfilled