| If tomorrow I die, today I would unburden my soul.
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| I grew day by day, more moody, more irritable.
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| More regardless of the feelings of others.
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| But I soon found a dislike to everyone arising within me.
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| By slow degrees, these feelings of disgust and annoyance.
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| Rose into the bitterness and hatred.
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| The fury of a demon possessed me, I knew myself no longer.
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| For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm.
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| Beneath the pressure of torments such as these.
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| The feeble remnant of the good within me succumbed.
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| Evil thoughts became my sole intimates.
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| The darkest and most evil thoughts.
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| A more than fiendish malevolence.
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| Thrilled every fibre of my frame.
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| But it was only a feeble feeling.
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| And the soul remained untouched.
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| If tomorrow I die, today I would unburden my soul.
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| I grew day by day, more moody, more irritable.
|
| More regardless of the feelings of others.
|
| But I soon found a dislike to everyone arising within me.
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| A more than fiendish malevolence.
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| Thrilled every fibre of my frame.
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| But it was only a feeble feeling.
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| And the soul remained untouched. |