Deep in this blackened void,
the space that used to be my soul
no ray of light no hope has shown

there in the darkened cold.

In time memories and pain

will fade and disappear they must,
but not until this mortal being
has turned to scattered dust


You cannot judge what you don't understand
take the blade from the child's hand

all the petty lies and the jealous !@^%s
matter little and leave me bored


Repent, Remorse,