My soul drenched in the blood.
of a thousand slaughtered bodies.
see my reflection in the crimson flood
I stand victorious! but oddly...
I feel nothing...
hastening the inevitable, making them a "no longer".
should fill this bottomless pit.
should satisfy this hunger,
but there's something I'm not seeing, something doesn't fit.
so i roll in the bloody, shimmering lake,
embracing my inner hell.
feel the blood slip between fingers, shake!
the world asunder. crack its pitiful shell.
but why am I still empty?
what am I without? what part of me has died?
feels like my heart, is rotting in my chest
and all my blood has dried.
am I dying? am I to fall into eternal rest?
No, this walking carcass still has breath.
Now is not my time,
To experience death.
