It cuts me deep. Inflames my mind. Purifies, my haggard flesh. Surrounded by those dreary eyes, cascading, I am. Deep into deceit I drown. Stare upon my downfall, my diseased, repulsive face. Witness my anguish. This distorted birth. Through darkness I arise, now, born anew. This hell of desperation, is my domain. Surrounded by those dreary eyes, at peace with my fate I stand. A paragon of life, a paradigm in death.