Disoriented, I awoke mutilated
From the wounds I incurred to gaze upon
The mangled contortions that were once my kin Strewn about like broken dolls
Their fragile forms barely containing the onset decay
Unto what fresh hell have I been cast
What manner of beast could commit such atrociously vile deeds I retch from the stench and vomit
Coating the floor in my vitriolic emissions
I feel a pit growing in my soul Pulsating with sinister intent Congruent with the revelation
Of what has been and what must be done
I am not human anymore
You took that away from me
O what pleasure I will feel in taking it from you
It has been several days since I was cast into this void
Yet it feels as though a century has come and gone
Despair is short-lived
As the urgency of revenge takes hold I am seething with spectacular malice I am ordained in enmity
Funeral bells ring in the distance
Heeding your siren call, I will walk
Through this melancholic abyss shaped by death Towards my absolution