Cinerous Drops of November Rain.

Collapse my soul among the genocide.
And feed it with their darkest fears.
Flood them down, and drown them under...
This everlasting abyss of tears.

Thrust them down into the ground,
And watch them struggle to resurface.
Once they cannot go any lower,
Blast the heat of my desire's furnace.

Slice them with the blade of vengeance.
And butcher their immature, childish dreams.
If they question my belligerence,
Sew their mouths, and rip the seams.

Collapse my soul among the genocide.
And feed it with their meaningless tears.
Drown them under, and flood them down...
This infinite, dark black hole of fears.