The dark side of my soul whispers me on my ear again. My heart races nonstop But My eyes wont even reflect the inner pain The whispers inside feel so loud There isn’t any other voice to hear There isn’t any other voice I want to hear Blood is running through my veins So quicly So tempting. The taste of the hidden pleasure So hard to be understood by humans. So easy to enjoy, and hard to measure I feel sorrow inside I feel anger burning me I feel hatred involved. There is a grievous thirst That I cant control anymore. Making me realize of the truth Its not the blood what I feel through my veins Its not sorrow, nor anger Even hatred is absent of my soul. Is The thirst consuming it. Taking control over my actions, Taking control over the voice And screaming at me silently Forcing me to become what I became A soulless shadow, shattered in peaces Completely used to it, and thirsty for it Happiness through hearing the voice Pleasure by following the instincts Pain to complete me again.