My soul has became black,
And as I look in to my buddies eyes b4 he dies,
I think to myself,
I’ll revenge his death,
I shall not sleep until the bastard who did this dies,
The bastard that stole his life,
The bastard that stole my soul.
My soul has became black with hate,
Hate of that bastard who took my friends life.
all i can say is woah! thats a resounding image, and an extremely emotional one, and once again i can understand exactly what you mean, i had a freind who commited suicide, because of his parents.. and i felt extreme vengeance and dislike towards their family, and i felt like a part of me was missing. this i excellent.. love all your work!!