A rose for the dead ones... Sometimes they want to die Sometimes they want to live When they live they come to me When they die they are silent No tender mercy shall I give as they plead for us Without remorse I shall take their lives Silently in chaotic pa**ion From their impending, mindless presence Reaping the emptiness within My blackened eyed the last horror they shall see Damned am I... no For there is no damnation my soul hath not taken Shall I be swayed in my vengeance As time tears open my wounds? I think not!