The Inside - Destinity

Fear / Madness… Always have they restrained.

A dark psychic paradox.

The suffering running into my veins and impairing by my unknown grief.

Irrational grief of soul / Emotions with no senses.

The light seems so black to me…

I need to tear my skin and spread my blood on the ground of this unexalting

world.

Looking for the illness of innerself… Ready to be painting… My soul is empty…

I am worse than the above / than your future.

Sadistic aggression of my mind!

I can read on my blood.

I am intended to live

with these sufferings.

My inside is contaminated by this world…

Blood and suffering / tears and lies will never die in myself!

My bloody cold flesh perspires anger / My failing inside’s spreading all it’s

rot

The inside of hate… Made by the hate…

I hate this apathic world I see

I am worse than the above / than your future