Final note of an immoral insane

As you wanted,
I'm here,
wearing the masquerade you sewed for me years ago.

I've struggled against it till my bloody undead corpse was laid in the white floor of my room,
red stain all around.

Finally I've succumbed to your orthodox desires,
taking my life.

Yeah those slashes were bliss,
never sharper than the words you threw on me.
Never more painful than the remarks you made.

The soul who never cared about the self proclaimed normal world you live in.
Where you call dead souls alive and alive minds insane.

I was labeled as insane of the century.
And finally that insane surrendered .
Now you can write the story as you wish.
As the masquerade is placed over my bloody face.

But wait !
Where's the knife ?
That slashed me with pleasure.

Oh ! Sorry you cannot have that.
The king of independent soul himself handed it to the descendants.

Now one undead soul may be marked with be mocked by your muddy words.
But there are others waiting.

We are still struggling to establish the rule of free minds.
Independence of free souls,
will be sworn,
on that day,
when I'll truly die !