Dark were those days.

The days, bars were my companions

Yet calm was my ocean,

Still sweating for another scream.

My mind was loud, sitting in silence.

Deep silence, piercing my ears

Delicale was she, my lass, my little girl,

Whose petals withered, behind those mighty arms.

In lieu of laving her mind and body,

Let go of her own breath and beats.

Massive were them, gleaming with eyes of content,

Aught remorse of crumbling my beloved.

Strolling free in the streets,

In search of their next victim.

Black fire raving in their eyes,

Rumbling thunder beating in their steps.

Embracing my flawsome self,

Marked myself as their next victim.

Chaotic joy rushing through my veins,

Poisonous vengeance erupting in my eyes.

Transforming from my tranquil self,

Here I am with a macabre gaze!

Deep wrath of yore piling up,

To sacrifice life for my loved one.

Impersonating deep passion and lust,

I open my arms for my invaders.

Divine rapture echoing in my mind,

To witness my foes crumbling in pain!

Beautiful are these days.

The days bars are my companions.

Relishing mindful freedom in the dungeon.

Serene freedom of revenge!