I've basked in the light of decaying life, and witnessed the soul fade from your eyes.
I ripped the sun out from the skies, and smothered the world with my bare hands.
I refute that this is my antithesis.
Balance in all things, equilibrium of madness.
Spewing forth from coagulated regret, apparitions of lives taken in vain, chains of dread are forming from tendons as so too sinew shackles are manifesting my demise.
I am haunted by these recurring nightmares, an ironic ending of the sense of myself.
A marionette in the performance of a lifetime, have I become one of the pawns in this game?
Baptised in bloodshed, anointed with retribution.
Fueled by an insatiable appetite for destruction.
And now I find myself within the eye of the storm, a brief moment of reprieve in this tempest of chaos.
In my attempt to wipe clean the slate of humanity's past I have become the very thing which I despise.
An unstoppable whirlwind of insurrection.
Albeit just for a moment, I see the truth.
There's blood on my hands that I can't wash away, I'm stained by this lifetime of violence.
The perpetual cycle of life and death surrounds me to the bitter-sweet collapse.
Maybe now I suppose that after all these years have passed, I understand what it means to comprehend mortality.
Every living thing must die.
Mother nature will have to rip this world from my cold dead hands.
I am the end of everything.
I've peered into the abyss, and it trembles with fear in my presence.
There is no escape for humanity.
I've basked in the light of decaying life, and witnessed the soul fade from your eyes.
I ripped the sun out from the skies, and smothered the world with my bare hands.
I am the end of everything.
There is no escape.
Comments (0)