Nemesis

Can I become an angel for my apathy? One ringed in darkness and far beneath my even paler skin than light come, within my paring, silver eyes my sun?
Cloaked in decadence I’m set apart from my conventions. And while I revel impartial as sooner I land, it is then I’ll have my answer.
You intend my ecstasy, and perhaps unknowingly lure my will. Where meantime stokes my wrath and I might trust, a nuisance to follow where I must, and every time I last. And so is violence the ruler of my conscious and how I’m bonded, and thus far from hope I still exist.

*He’s traced in sympathy before his greed…and as much he bears his mercy whilst he bends* as long as your eyes act as my mirror I will thrust. Now sleep unto this void and wait for me, for it is this hereafter whence I whisper, and you will come to take your vengeance.

Nemesis waited the night’s most solemn hour until he lifts his head, watching Heaven for his souls’ conjoining terror. “Sing for your sire children, for I’ve earned your torment before Hell”.