I am the black sheep in a group of black sheep
The ice that runs through my veins has bled a journey
Forsaken by the forsaken, they never knew I faded away
My blood so full of self-hatred
Lock myself away, die in dark solitude
Judge me not for what you see, but for what is inside of me
But you will never understand my mind
Take me away from this wicked world
Cut out my heart, stomp it into a puddle of blood
As well as my eyes, rip them from me
This journey through myself, a lust for human extinction
The sky so beautiful, it watches over me
Descending down is your blood, the rain speaks my sorrow
Tragedy is quintessence
Michael Robertson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-journey-through-the-sky-of-endless-torment/
