The Wraith of Us

Clip the wind with a three bladed soul
Come into the spacious darkness tormented by the light,
Already dead.
You know purpose is no longer the world's separated faction.
The only thing left...is for you to take action.
Remorse belittled your mind in life.
Now, in your corroded state
(My beautiful creation)...
Your eyes can truly see the obviousness of truth.
Something inside you was freed on impact with immortality;
A desire for death became complete within.
Something pulses in your heart and it is not blood, but and ebony drape.
This drape is your mask of hell to the world.
So that they may not see you until their own death is complete.

Wraith of Us, you've come to be.
I killed you.
I gave you purpose.
Now you must go and fulfill it.
Go.