Condemed, my life a weary batterd image of night.

Dreaming of the sky whisking my away. Reacurring dreams of mass destruction. Like a faded memory missing a piece or two.

Without a will there isn't a way, and I would say my "Give A Fuck" has about burned out.

Stareing into relentless night. Dodgeing and fighting the blinding light. Creature of the dark putting the angels in thier place. Defying the thought of damnation's day.

This is my place, I lurk here. Roaming without a purpose. I lost it long ago.
So I create reason.
I give myself a purpose.
I am taking back all that you've taken from me. All that this world has robbed.

I don't care weather you hate, love, or fear. This is my release. Who I am. Who i've always been. Released from inside, the hidden beast I couldn't see. You've made a monster of me. Rather, set it free.

So hard to feel but comforted by this numbing winter born inside me. Freezeing I am set free.
This monster is me.