Hate Forsaken as the Heart is Taken

I don't know where it stops,
I don't know where it ends,
This disease infested crop that lies within my head.

This continuos jumping; hopings;these hops,
Warp the blood in my veins; it shrivels; it bends,
I don't know where it stops.

My blood begins boiling;these loopings; these pops,
To a chaotic rhythem it sees; it weaves; it sends,
I don't know where it ends.

As anger begins turning;this binding; it flops,
As smooth voices begin calling;falling;it mends,
I don't know where it stops.

Darkness taking over to blind the spot,
Of the the ever seeking lens; colors black blends,
I don't know where it ends.

Forms begin to blur; it hazes;it rocks,
And death calls the name it hates; the hand it lends,
This disease infested crop that lies within my head.

The wind makes a shiver;my spine; it locks,
As the fires begin dancing;fiends; it fends,
I don't know where it stops.

Leisures began forming; cracking it cuts,
And passion begins falling;the blood; it tends,
I don't know where it ends.

Devil's studden snare; his glare;his taunts,
All but turns to mist;the task all done;the cleanse,
This disease infested crop that lies within my head.

I look upon the corpse;my enemy; my friend,
A fiend until the end; the death;the cause,
The grave of dust and screams;violence sent.
But the beat continues in the back of mind,
For the soul invited curses;the demon's find.
I don't know where it stops,
I don't know where it ends,
This disease infested crop that lies within my head.
The shame shall never demise for ends
Of hearts forever forsaken with sin.