Why do I smile when I see people cry?
Why does the feeling of hate and suffering fill me up with pride???
Who am I, what am I. I feel I could die…these feelings are real, these voices are alive. Haunting the very soul…I must choose or die. No mercy is found, all hell will sound…the arrive of a soul, that will be shot down…a gun shot is heard…but no one will observe…the body that lies before me has gotten what they disserve…the voices are pleased with this one little deed…but sooner or later there lust will flourish with greed …in the end ill be the one, with no life left in me, such hate, such sorrow, but deep inside me... I feel free…and yet I have one question…. will you kill with me??
