A dead thought

A dead thought roam in my mind,

Why is I fear my self,

Why do the instrument of death excite me,

Let the blood flow,

The blood will flow in river,

Thick and red it flows,

Divinity is lost,

People are lost in transitions,

Wanna kill off those who hurt my love ones,

Start believing in self,

Before believing in god,

Unbound yourself,

Free yourself,

Let ya self go,

Away from all,

For everything is dead,

We need to relive it,

Nights would soon turn sleepless,

Pain would be endured,

And there would be a new opening. . .