Treading all alone in the dark,
In search of sinister secrets
Dark and evil, crime begets
Laugh not, as the haunts persist

In that weak slice of time
No reason over mind,
No brain over brawn
Quenching thirst, giving death

Guilt, a strange essence
Is but a late reckoning
An immersion of reasoning
Of the mind, to regret in vain

Death, seems rarely so spiteful
A mere absence of life in the skull
Avenging the acts of the mind,
The body, the gateway to the soul.

In taking life from kith and kin
Wrecking one`s own mind and soul
Over inane causes, with disastrous effect
A life was lost, and one more insane.

In engraving these words
Showing no interest, but pity
Exploring this wreckage of a mind
Laugh not, as the haunts persist.