...and the shadow faced effigy,
opened wide its maw of death.
it mutated his hopes...his sanity,
and it robbed him of his very last breath.
obsidian opacity cried forth from his veins
not even dust lay where this man once stood...
the black oil consumed all of his remains
...the irony? He did what every man would
the darkness is all consuming, all devouring
for there is no running; there is only cowering
the darkness perpended his mortality
and it considered his flaws
the darkness lives in both you and me
the darkness...is the last he ever saw
for it violated his veins and molested his flesh
it desecrated his body and it pissed on the rest
the darkness gouged out his eyes, sewed shut his mouth
it castrated his pride; and hacked off regions down south
This man is naught but a husk of his former pride
a cratered and scarred effigy cast just as he died
in his final throes he rips open his orifice...
...and the shadow faced effigy,
opened wide its maw of death.
....once more it begins...
it mutated his hopes...his sanity,
(is this cycle how it was meant to be?)
and it robbed him of his very last breath.
