• Solitary soul, finding bliss in his never ending loneliness.
    Lost to the world, an outcast of this reality.
    Wandering, he has to remind himself that his heart is beating.
    He does not feel sadness, hate, joy, love. . .
    Bount by the chains that others have forced upon him.
    Those whos words have numbes his heart and made him cold.
    His smle is nothing but an illusion, hiding his unchanging composition.
    This world that has left him alone.
    The people who have forgotten he exists.
    The reality that threw him out.
    No on is there to protect his humanity.
    No one was for him to tell his heart to.
    And no one will be there to remember him when he is gone.
    On his grave shall be no roses. . .No words, or any tombstone.
    Just hollow ground that people will tread on.
    At the end of life, there is death.
    And life is nothing more then death backwards.
    This is the only thing he could belive in.
    You. . . .are all his enemies. . . None of you will understand.
    He didn't even have a shadow, for he was destined to be alone and scorned.
    But what did he do?
    Those who judge are always the lowest.
    Those who act freindly are nothing but hypocrits.
    Those who say nice things to cheer him up are nothing buy liers.
    And those who say they understand are the worst.
    But be not sad for this man, for when you scream, he will not hear you.
    When you are in danger, he will not save you.
    When you need help, he will not come to you.
    For he knows you would not for him. . .
    Sin is purity, and purity is sin.
    To be cursed is a blessing, and to be blessed is a curse.
    He was blessed with unbearable lonliness.




    Destroy this world and all who are in it are his final words.