These frozen people are the things that are you
Stuck in the middle of the Chaos wheel,
Buuls blades digging into my frozen heart
He's slashing my emotions, tearing me apart.
From this slab of stone, I look into the demons eyes
His eyes are my mirrors, in them I see a friend, so
I get down on my knees and pray for it to end!

I am so broken that my shards are stuck and can not escape

Nirvana is a sanctity I wish I had the skill to run to
But Nirvana is an Illusion that I can just see threw
My smiling mouth is just a pussy scab
That I pick at so as not to allow it to heal
When he is hanging from the noose
No one can ever hear the Heretic Scream

I am so frozen that my heart is stuck and can not escape

The hollow screaming of the dying man
Drifts across the executioners no mans land
When you wish apon your silent midnight star,
Make shure its not an angel who has fallen to far
These leeches will drain you of all you mortal love
Your eyes are my mirrors, in them I see a friend, so
Get down on your knees and pray for it to end!

Whispering the heretic screams
Whispering the heretic screams
Whispering the heretic screams
From the noose the hangman dreams

There is no reality here
This all just feels like a dream
My real self trapped in fear
Of a world so dead its not what it seams.

Is this me?
Or just a reflection on a screen . . .


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Glacian, in the year 278 AF.