urban hull
I fought hard
My life was very sad
I lost my dad
Mom called me mad
Through the blurry glasses
I watched my life rot
As i murdered the masses
Heartless like a robot
At the tip of my life
I asked myself
What my life was worth
I was nothing but a moth
The garden of virtue denied me
The graveyard of vice welcomed me
Slowly, i became one with death
Necromancer with a sheath
static escarp
west lava