The Tortured Madman created by Thienien 14 years ago

{Read as you listen}

And....another day goes by being alone and subjected to torment without unity of a companion or lover. I sit in pain and rejection of life and think about....

"The Day I left my human form and fell to the the torment of Darkness. I am still whole, little do they know and i am more than just a human with a warrant in possession of Evil. Hear the organ of Death as my eyes widen with shock and despair. If you think i am mad, look at the life I've had. Everyday is just another day of paranoia without someone to complete the unity of an Emotional war driven masochist".

The Thoughts Of a Madman..

"The Death Organ will strike your heart and tell you about the tale of a sweet child who walked into a Tainted Sanctuary of Emotional Torture and Fear, Paranoia, Dementia, Hate Syndrome and an Extrasensory heart and walked out a man who Hates, hates and hates; but has found the ability to channel hatred and dementia into music, dancing, singing and Fluency with words".

The tarnished Love From a Madman.

"I am Mad, but why? Who has the guts to look at a dead willow tree on a full mooned cloudy night and smile at the beauty of Nature? Me. I Look at willow trees and inhale the scent of Moss created from the aura of despair from the Elegant Widows; The unfortunate virgin females who've lost their loved ones. I smile at those trees in hopes that it will come to life and be my depressed widow, so we may have a masochist life to share and we can both walk the trail of the dead and be tormented together until we die".

The true words of a mad man

"A child will walk into darkness foolish and ignorant (like the world) and walk out accomplished in his own state of mind able to create whatever he desires at will for the sake of others".

The Hate and Generosity Of a Madman.

"I heard the voices of pleasure, I've heard the voices that mock me and tell me i will never have the true companionship i long for, They hurt a lot. When i hear them, i waltz outside to the graveyard and open myself to the dead in meditation and to my calling they come and cannibalize with me the women i would desire. I no longer desire for i have given up and continued to listen to the voices but as a Pacifist/Masochist now i would rather hear them and give myself a reason to keep composing music for i am The Mad Genius who presented this composition of a Tale of a Mad Man".

The Dementia Of a Madman"

"I am Mad, I Am A Lunatic, I Am a Harbinger of Tears, I Am Depression in it's worst form and i will live like this as long as i have to remain in the palm of a Dark Seraphim who's becoming too weak to control someone who can peer into souls and tear others apart with his art and will power. I could go on literally forever. I can see without the colors, i can see that there is nothing left to love and in these crimson red eyes i can clearly see that i am a human of an Unfortunate line of Destiny". How can i hate but have this big heart of love. I detest death, i detest injustice! So how can you possibly live suffering within your own internal paradox!?

"The RAGE of a Madman"

No love, No Life force, Nothing left to embrace, Nothing to protect, No unity, No Will To live, No Light, No End To Depression, No Joy, And all of my Tranquility is lost in my own silence. Was it ever in my range of chance to swallow the overdose of success or remain alive and suffer the Pain of being tormented by your own brethren (mankind) and the demon world? Was it ever in my range of chance to even live? Who will answer these vague questions, the widow i long for has probably already committed suicide when she sensed my aura and knew i was thinking of cannibalizing her existence. How did she die?...She went mad....We're all Mad in our own way, but the world who refuses to unlock their minds and venture into the world of Darkness and collect knowledge will be doomed to my eternal hatred. Thank you for fueling the pain i receive from just thinking of your filthy existence. Crucify my body, but my hatred will avenge me by having your heart race at an incredible rate after you witness how many times I've already died and been Ressurected as...a Mad Man

"The Confession Of a Madman"