A fire burns.
A flame flickers in the memories of you, I never thought that evil could compel me, but it has.
Death is a thought that echo's in my mind endlessly.
People tell me violence and suicide is not the answer, but what is the point of living a life that you don't recognize.
One that could rip you apart without even a second thought.
When your soul was once ice, innocent and sweet. But now all it is, is full of hatred hot and evil.
The fire in my soul will be no longer, it's genius can no longer take another breath.
It will burn out for good!