Through mud and decay, I have crawled for so long
That the warmth of life no longer comforts me
Emerging from the moor, I see a sunless sky
No light may pierce its obsidian veil; a dismal blanket of doom.
A vicious hatred rumbles within this chasmic void The throes of a deathless colossus echoing
I do not recall a time before my eyes turned from the sun
Before your poison flowed through my veins
A furious Siren wails, her pallid form buried deep within the naught, Her ghostly hand guiding me
Our agony shall ascend and herald an undeniable truth
Like me, you will die alone
O, what tragedies we scribe with broken hands
Inking our sorrows on agonized flesh
Her ever-watchful eyes, distant and hushed, show no remorse.
A contorted mass of pestilence and rot A pallid monument to decay
Her screams rending flesh from bone
My hands hold no absolution Under this oppressive gloom Merely flesh stretched over claws Agony buried ‘neath illusion
My heart quickens as we gnaw at each other’s bones I will devour your essence
Famished beasts feasting on empty husks
You will not – you will not prevail
The internal anguish we must endure As shadows seep into dark crevices Claw away at my sunken eyes
Try as you might to escape me
But after you, there is only one
I do not recall a time before my eyes turned from the sun
Before your poison flowed through my veins
A furious Siren wails, her pallid form buried deep within the naught, Her ghostly hand guiding me
Our agony shall ascend and herald an undeniable truth Like me, you will die alone