Anger

~ The Dread Analogy ~ 
Coming to Realise my program, 
I noticed that I bathe within my own sin and 
It suffocates me: 
Seeing that what binds my true self, at nature, the sin, 
Holding within me the potence of satan, I cried. 
By means of this, I resist in obsolete fashion, 
Bleeding through this, I am starting to fade 
And all that remains is the paleness of my face 
As they make me one with the earth, as dust, 
Once again... 
A crimson suede coffin, bloody, hand me! 
Borders of inverse... 
This filth that is my heritage, your lineage, 
I have come to hate. 
I gaze into myself, 
The end is neigh, Good bye, good world, be gone, 
I must end.

Borders of Inverse