Pain

I wrote this randomly in a span of 5 minutes. Take it for what you will.

I bleed the truth
With the mind of Knuth
Thoughts twisted inwards
Become Rage's vineyards
At the Mirror I stand
Ready, my icy hand

I rip flesh from bone
To see who's home
No soul is found
So to Hell, I pound
Stomping irate
The God of Hate

Manson is foe
With friendly glow
Makes you his bitch
With the dead twitch
Releasing from pain
All the insane

These Words disturbed
Show evil perturbed
As I sit here waiting
For this endless grating
My heart's own torture
My self-directed mortar.