Melchom

W.I.C.K.E.D :
Gather we will
Each in search of a thrill
A reason for feeling the needing to kill
To stop what’s happening, to silence the screams
To not be afraid to sleep and dream
To feel in control and to take it all back
To fall into peace as sky turns to black
Hope you got what you wanted
This wonderful wish
To kill every day until nothing exists
In the world, but you, you’re the last one alive
But with no confilct to confront
Will there be a reason to survive
Will the anger just die ?
Or will you kill that as well
As you sit all alone in your personal hell
Welcome to the wicked !