The feeling of emotion is coming upon me,
sinking deep into my heart,
pushing and pulling on all my thoughts,
its what causes my life to be a living tragity.

The feeling of hate is within me,
compressing my emotions and my soul,
whispering a evil voice in my ear,
telling me of hate and inspikable danger.

Yet i am not scared,
for my soul is overruling,
my hate slowly caves in,
as the fire of my soul fights it.

The feeling of death is within me,
pressuring my mind to play games,
it gives me a terrible feeling of tragity,
it controlles my life in a new way.

Yet i am scared,
for my heart may not agree,
on my terrible, misleading life,
the price will pay on my life and soul.

The feeling of sympathy is within me,
filling up slowly inside,
taking over and controlling me,
till all my body is overruled.