I hold a tale of grim and gloom Of song of life stayed out of tune Of a man who's trapped in pleasure doomed In desperate search of self-humanity His emotions gone, evil in lieu In empty anguish, of his life askew He demands at least, some feelings few This tale is true, this man is me. It began with both my parent's death Choked steadily, 'till final breath By my own hand, I watched as they left And I felt nothing, my eyes were dry So I moved unto my dearest others Yes, I killed my friends and brothers And In the noise death's silence smothers I still can't bring myself to cry In somber piercing alienation I strive for loving liberation Yet stand in torturous exploration And wish that I would die But instead of killed I do the killing Intensely skilled and unfulfilling My heart stays black, so cold and chilling What more must I try I'll live a life of more drastic measures Torture with sadistic pleasures And engage myself to such extented pressures Life's passion can't be shy But after countless executions My actions now just convolutions Of frail attempt for some solution To life's taste, so cruel and sly. My desperate murders now laughing, haunting A try at life so distant, taunting My only wish now shattered, flaunting This broken bird who dreamt to fly And as I sink in sullen madness Police encroach to end my badness I see a vision that heals my sadness; An angel walks on by A girl whose radiance, so brightly gleaming A truck gone wrong, towards her careening I forgot my curse, she started screaming And there I was, within a sigh Her life was saved, my legs were broken "Thank you", she said, so softly spoken I felt warm inside, as if awoken My body light, as cloud in sky I looked at her, her eyes compelling a hopeful feeling, so overwhelming In awe and bliss, my curse dispelling I feel heaven's clouds, as here I lie Police crowding in avenging haste, Love, guilt, and fear embraced, Death looks into my thankful face, And a tear flows down my eye.