I dont know why I feel
an urge to kill,
a desire to thrill.
While my world crashes down
all around me now.

I was once an angel with darkened wings
I broke my word,
I killed all dreams.
But nobody there forgave 
of all the horrible sins.

So now im a victim
of preconception
a true damnation
holding within
wracked with splinter
of all my wicked immoralation

I'm out in the world
I can no longer see
with twisting emotions
chaotic commotions
of longing for that person
I use to think as me.


                                         morbid angel