Morbid Void
She has deflowered my mind
Death’s Scythe gently touches my pallid face
Frightened and in awe by what I may find
Feeling disassociated in space
A desolate fiend that cannot die
A vile creation by humanity
Her reality is just a cold lie
Only believing in misanthropy
Her eyes show her apocalyptic fear
The morbid void is consuming my soul
The Darknesss will bring her vile end near
I feel useless; my head feels like a hole
This begins the horrors of my sick dreams
The sulphurous luster is all that gleams
