the vices of hell

I dont talk about this much.

There seems to be a void

A growing darkness in me…..

Its not evil

At least no to harm anyone 

It’s more so a thirst, unequivocal for anything and everything. 

Power, lust, fame, money, the vices of man

Its like my mind tripped, and im programmed to just conquer

But I want it to be subtle

Yet the kindred spirit I was, has been overpowered by my undying lust for greatness

I dont even know why, but I must not die

My sleep, my dreams, my terror, my fears, my nightmares are gone. 

My end isn’t near, this is the beginning

Im just starting off, this is about to be my inning

So hold on to your seats, buckle them tight

For with greatness, shall come a very big price

The price of will, shall I pay

To suffer is minimal, its the mind that must stay

Conceded are my enemies, too shallow are their dreams

Im bigger than the ocean, and deeper than their tears

Kindness was a farce, might I say a phase

The true evil is within me, 

I am what my heart says