[Mistrust]

I'm so cold
i wallow in dispair
my heart is dead
i hae no love to share

so i kill the many
just to feel the warmth
of the red gushing blood
between my fingers and my tounge

can you feel the hate
swrilign around me?
can you smell the arua
of death and rotting fleash?

will you run from me?
will you stay and die this way?

nothing is left
But the fresh human blood
pumping through my veins
and the darkness
that consumes me again and again.