Goblin - Hollow Prophet, Scumfuck

Behind his grim eyes, wonders a mind of demise

A haven of gloom, hysteria waiting to bloom

Eating away at his morality

Waiting for the day he finally breaks

He chuckles as he fights for his sanity

Lurking behind a false gaze, eager, frustrated, clawing at the surface,

one stupid comment away

The punchline of malevolence, thriving for violence, infernal impatience

A rotten mask of hostility his crooked smile leaks a silent stare of sadistic

charm and agitation

Deep dwelling darkness smothered by laughter, a filthy grin of malice gagging

on hatred

Damned dirty dickhead soaking in anger a vicious mentality wanting to escape

Behind his grim eyes wonders a mind of demise

A haven of gloom, hysteria waiting to bloom

He, The Goblin of The Soul speaks to himself

A cryptic, schizophrenic grotesque, split personality

A demented little bastard, pondering savage actions

Eager, frustrated

Schizophrenic frustration