Antestor

My hand in the open wound
Teh knife clutches near
Teh blood of my veins spread out
My flesh becomes soiled
This desperate act of loss
The pain of knowing why
My mind slips into a blur
Upcoming questions...As I die
Foreever in search of the truth
I find myself puzzled
Don't you feel the urge
The passionate flow
The endless collision
Of purity and evil
Since we're of the flesh
We are to realize
That mankind must end