A young, troubled individual who lacks proper residuals
Makes subliminal statements out of raw hatred.
He cannot seem to face it, this realm called reality.
It just happens to be his least favorite domain.
Living alone in a Careless World,
Even the air he breathes cannot save him.
Heavily polluted with complete disregard for the truth.
He has heard so many lies that the words do not faze him.
Do not blame him, the Devil is at fault overall.
Convoluted mischief is his inherent repertoire.
Although he cannot be seen his presence is felt.
The essence of pure malice is dispersed all around.
No sound but the voices in the young man's mind.
Unaware of time, he hears whispers of death wishes,
Which become more sinister and menacing.
Finally he breaks down; it is more than he can take now.
With a blade to his throat, he makes one quick stroke.
He falls face down, drowning in a crimson pool of sorrow.
Eyes wide and filled with despair that see no more.
For him there is no tomorrow ...
