Bent and Twisted

Bent and twisted I have become. Morals thrown, Yet I have grown. Broken halo Where horns now Grow.
	Bent beyond recognition, I throw my hat into the Hot wind. I no longer shiver... The heat makes me Sweat out all my sin.
Twisted is my grin. Smiling evily at the Thought of what I have Become.
	Bent and twisted, I wonder through the Night lapping at Deaths door.. All the while, Laughing evily Within.