Soon.Insanity.Death.

Dreaming empty dreams of my corrupted fiends imprisoned in my soul.

Voiceless they insinuate their presence;Constantly striking at my mind.

Each and every time I try vainly to lock them up and away from myself,

they return with as much strength as before.I am withering away;too weary to fight much longer.

Somebody,anybody save me from my imminent insanity.It knocks on my door every day;every day growing louder and more forceful than before.

Soon I won't be able to cast away these demons inside of me.Soon,soon I will give up my futile attempt to cast away my nightmares.

Soon. The word sounds lovely to my ears.Its passionate ringing lulls me to unconsiousness.

My last days are numbered.I can taste it in the wind.My sweet death is near.I will greet him warmly at my door and together we shall ride forever into eternity.

But first comes my closest.Dear,sweet insanity;Rock me in your cold arms of regret.Make me wish that I should have fought with more valor or courage.Let my mind fade away in your loving embrase.

My days are numbered and so are yours; Fight with strength. Don't give up.Dont let Soon tempt you into retreat.Keep insanity, my friend, away from you.Death shall cower in fear of you.Never the opposite.

Soon.Insanity.Death.

These are my friends.

Don't waste your time with them.