Upon Me

A great malice weaving through the fabric of my being
Churning my essence tossing it this way and that
Searing my immortal self my soul branded with its vast taint
This affliction upon my sanity thus becomes me

Good was I once and simply turned evil?
Was ever I good in the first place?
They are questions that naw at me taunting my existence
I must know the their answers and yet I can never know

Finally cemented in me a demented heart thawing for nothing
So I move about unchallenged spreading unimaginable dread
Using an evil that at a time now lost did not belong to me
Or has this great darkness been ever present in my heart?

"We are all capable of being just as evil as we are capable of being good. We choose which to embrace for ouselves. Have you chosen the correct path?"