Screaming at Forgotten Tears

A sinister telepathy is screaming at forgotten fears

An exit made of your

Self-destruction, may your reflection guide the blade

In your lost code of self knowledge, a mere entrance for evil to enter

The venom is hidden and the venom wears a mask

(I serve myself upon the wings of pains affliction, unto thee)

Disconnect from my state of being

(And without a trace)

It was my soul that murdered yours

That murdered yours