Medieval Death Is Beauty
Nothing is easy
Except to feel pain
The notion of pleasure
Is running from my brain
Cold feelings
Cold world
They changed the rules today
If this continues
Then death is beauty
I love to feel this way
Voluntary murder
Hatred to excess
To rob me of my life
Is to achieve success
It?s coming
Death is on its way
I grow tired of standing to one side
Watching my life decay
The pain inside
The hatred I can?t hide