Brainstormin

What’s inside my shape?
I can’t see anything…
am I full of hate?
I can’t see anything…
am I full of love?
I can’t see anything…
am I full of emptiness?
I can’t see anything…

so I am, probably

The blackest day has still to come
The whole world covered in darkness
The Legion of doom kills everyone
The only thing remains: sadness

War, revolution, little bitchin’ horrorshow
Ashes from burned bodys falling like snow…
Satans bloody reign, high on the skull throne
commands his slaves, torture to the bone
I’m sitting there, next to him, awoken
start crying and listen to my last words spoken