Black tears stream down my thin pale face while you laugh at all my mistakes, mistakes I made at the dawn of time you always ridicule me every chance. Collapse of my cold, dark heart as my empty black soul shreds apart. History will never be the same for me because my arcane thoughts devour me. Never to be put together again so I continue to live in multiple pieces of everlasting sin. Sin that I have come to love knowing I am better off to deal with hate of this world than a fake pretense of others scorn. The darkness will one day destroy my tormented obsidian soul and relieve of what this world has to offer. So as above, it is below.