Is it the answers or the questions that I'm looking for?
Maybe I've found the answers and the puzzling inquires are my adventure.
Death is a releaseand life is my cage.
Love has no meaning anymore, maybe not even to me.

For, it has injured my virgin soul.
Now my soul is tattered and violated, evil in a way.
Searching, scouring for the last drop of blood, like a weary vampire.
Death laughs at my pathetic exsistance.
I am a muse to him , a black inspiration to the painter.

Nobody, i am useful to no one and an annoyance to all.
And again Death laughs, for he wants me no more than the rest of humanity.
He leaves me to suffer.
No matter how much i beg of him to deliver me my prize,
he just laughs.
Laugh, death laugh