Thunder, lighting, tremors and rain
A silent losing battle inside my brain
No one seem to understand quite
The isolation and end that I desire
Contempt and grin behind their eyes
While I succumb to their laugh and whine
A secret memorabilia of an old friend
The Darkness in me never seems to end
Wish that I could run away from it all
find shelter under an angel’s breath
Question my courage and I will not refuse
to answer your crimes in hell’s due
What awaits there shouldn’t bother me now
Because I know good people end up how
No more Mr. Nice Guy to you
I have always found joy in solitude
I hare crimes, Lord!
I am a beggar of justice
And if I’d overdone my pleads
Believe me when I have over done my deeds.
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