Thundra

They ride by my side as sheep's
to the slaugtherhouse.
To the extent of madness my obsession will haunt my inner peace
The darkness that fills my aura will be my downfall, this I know.
However the sharpended light that shrieks through what is left of human conscious, never cease to
amaze me.
With my frozen fingers still trying to seek the warmth of these fellow items
called humans, called fellow humans
The silence of the shadow
Still seems to have an affect on the released
Feelings that emerges uncontrolled.
Feel the hardness erect in self-impalement.
Hear me tell my silent tale
See trough my perfect body
These will be the days to remember
These will be the days all will forget.