Unforeseen, this realm gives way to me.
A demon unlatched from its keep.
Why do they stalk me in the shadows of my fate?
Hail the darkened shrine, circumvented womb of cessation.
Forsake the light!
Inhale Pestilence!
I dissipate from the realm of luminescent demiurge to a chamber of blackened light and tainted oxygen, filling my lungs with the stench of death.
Misery fails to outweigh my fear.
Blackness personified.
The plight emerges and invites me in.
Lapse of control.
A shallow breath in litany.
Claustrophobic; the walls seem to be closing in.
Inhaling pestilence.
The library devours all who attest the divinity of it's ancient design.
Inhale the Pestilence!
Forsake the light!
Silenced has forever been the light of day.
Defy your desire and kneel to me.
Find solace in the darkness within the scars healing, for only demise will restore the feeling of life.
Obsessive!
Possessive!
Follow me and you'll find I'm entitled as fuck and I'll take what is mine.
If you've got what I want then get ready to fall, because I'll leave you with nothing, I'm taking it all.
Shroud of confusion surrounds me.
Should I kill myself or everyone around me?
Will I ever find the answer to my question?
Will I ever recognize my own reflection?
I'm a walking contradiction made in flask, a mere discrepancy, blurring lines where the lies and the truths meet.
Paranoid and fixated on my own death, no matter how much that I chase it still eludes me.
Petrified and surrounded by demise.
Immeasurable power even in infancy.
Shall we be undone in the darkness?
Such devastation corrupts my mind.
The plight emerges and invites me in.
Lapse of control.
A shallow breath in litany.
Claustrophobic; the walls seem to be closing in.
Inhaling pestilence.
Silenced has forever been the light of day.
Defy your desire and kneel to me.
Find solace in the darkness within the scars healing, for only demise will restore the feeling of life.
Hail the darkened shrine.
Forsake the light.
Let the pestilence consume you.
Circumvented womb of cessation.
A multitude of wraths embodied, shrouding the monolith.
The spire ripe with condemned containment.
Nevertheless the guarded crusade attained, harnessing the power within.
The doomed immortalized, harnessing the power within. Inhale the pestilence!
Forsake the light!