When the thoughts become quite dismal
And your eyes become red like blood
The vortex consumes your living being
Taking out all like a raging flood.
The gleams of power like metallic silver
Only shall remain inside your haunted dream
You are quite the one I can always love
No matter how bad something may seem.
Your pure mind and mystic greatness
Being the special and legendary it can be
Be warned that greatness is never perfect
Chaos can occur within your personality.
