There's something dark in my laughter <br />That feeds the worms so well <br />As they engorge themselves on my matter <br />And as I slowly sink into my hell <br /> <br />There's something wrong with the way im not fit <br />Cast to the flames stripped of my rings <br />How mundane it seems to speak of this shit <br />As if these angels ever had wings <br /> <br />Here comes another master <br />How nice it feels to burn with the wind <br />These demons fear my laughter <br />Damned souls tend to be dimmed<br /><br />Jon Hark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rectified/
