The evilness is swelling,
Up inside of me.
The heart I used to know,
Has changed completely.
I don’t know why this is,
Or if I’ll be the same.
I don’t know what’s the matter,
Or why I ever changed.
I realized I like darkness,
Spiders, snakes and things.
I realized I love blood,
And torment is my thing.
I know now why,
Blood didn’t make me cry.
I know now why,
Pain is enjoyable,
In my eyes.
I know why the color of blood,
Has been my favorite thing.
Or why the death march,
Is my favorite ring.
I know now why,
I always liked to kill.
I know now why,
Creatures surrendered to my will.
I don’t know why,
I always see death.
Unless that’s what I am,
The Angel Of The Dead.