Anger is a gift

Burst of Anger, stung by hatred...
Madness dreamer, lust for magic
Wash away my dreams of chaos...
Causing pain, dry tears of Sadness

Fear is pure
Fury is the cure
Insanity... tumbling drift
Anger is a gift

Trapped in this circular course called life
The circle keeps going when the needy will give
Pain and shadows, gray and old
Feed my sadness, stained and cold

Leave...the...Puzzle...of...Existence

This aggressive spiral is tumbling down,
leaving me alone in this chaos to drown
Floating in their natural dimness,
sowing seeds of mankind madness

Break...the...Mirror...of...Coincidence

Wandering helpless through a maze of stars,
dreaming her soul away...
In rage I try to heal my scars,
whirling there in agony

Pity the ones who will forget
The dream She once created,
the shrieks of them who disrespect
Shall fill the haunted forest...

Hate is pure
Pain is the cure
Sadness... Tumbling drift
Anger was her gift