The march of fright

The march of fright brings  forth discontent . Old friend of mine where be your pride ? So weak, so idle you're pathetic . So smart, so bright yet you've become synthetic .

Delusions, illusions consuming  your world of the dead ! Tell me now how come you're nude ? A bunch of skeletons is what's left of you . The marrow in your skull still disgusts my sight .

The march of fright has brought about discontent, explain to me why am I digging your grave . Illusions, delusions all over my head . How can I hate you when you're far from my bed ? Insane-sanity has become my world . Old friend of mine where be you when most I need you ?

The harm I've caused is haunting me still, the smell of your fading screams gives me the thrills . O'  how I've come to love to kill . You've gone so far only if you were here, I miss ripping you from head to toe, you pathetic animal come back again . The beast in me needs to be fed once more .