Dark abyss of hatred, I am in despair.
Foul smell and acrid, I have no flair.
Evil eyes are looking out of nowhere.
I can"t breath it looks like there is no air.

Someone"s going to kill me for the sake of pleasure.
I am going crazy as a safety measure.
If I take up madness in a world of rancor
I"ll be safe and sound; it is my sheet anchor.

6th of August 2007