My Pain Flows Deep Within My Soul,
It Swells Within My Bosom.
The Stench Fills My Lungs--
It Is My Strength.
I Am Evil-
I Deny That Not.
How Can A Pain Filled Body Be Granted Goodness,
How Can I Accept It?
We Are One-
My Pain And I Are Connected,
With An Eternal Bond.
I Am Forever Dead,
Even When I Live.
-
Draven Taylor (1994)
