Yakuza

emaciated figure appears in the grave yard
a forest a vision burn liquid fire so clear
the black emptiness tranquility
filth of once past purity
your lack of emotion your black-hearted soul obsessed with rage
your suffering your pain to live to deceive the lies
shallow hallow fate scabs of despair
fall you gluttonous thief envy the weakness conquest is game
strike fear in all the dank fulfiled hollow fate despair