Only In Death We Seek Destruction

The walls, they are so white,
such a pitty to ruin them.
They'll be mad. mad mad...
and it kills them not knowing.
they will never know

This delicate thing in my hand,
Makes me a danger to myself.
Artwork, maybe
but to others, destruction...

negativity fuels the youth of today,
and i never even had a chance.

So today i shall paint these walls
with my delicate little friend.
They will say suicide in what i call art.

and im the keeper of the killer inside
What others would seem to call darkness.
Shameless, i bare nothing
i see only the white
and will remember nothing.

I am my own personal antagonist,
and these secrets i hide.
in the death of me, they will see destruction,

But i only see the white.... such a beautiful white....