(By: Loki Of The Sanctuus Aka Michael G. Malone)

Oh these shadows do twist
And grow over my head
Giving a cool chill
To the fiery rage in my hateful heart
I cannot cut loose, nor tame it
It hurts - but what's worse...
The "Love" it brings is too much
Because the memories
Of what "Love" meant
Are lost- save for pain
If I could, I would
Walk back into the sun
But it's a lie to myself
To live a life of Heresy...
To live, a clone to the Grey.
In a land of "pleasure"
With a smile of denial on my face.
So... "Let this wolf walk home..." I say
To myself with pain and dissappointment
And hate painted on my maw.
A smile of content
For what I am not:
A humane sack of lies.
For I appreciate the gift of Death
And his razorblade smile of eternity
And watch as the darkrobed jackal
Swings a scythe of no remoarse for Man.

( No Im not emo =P I just write that way because it's a way to "dramaticize how I feel. Being a misanthropist I hate the idea of being Human so...yeah thanks for being mine for that 1.5 minutes =D )