Cascading darkness rises in me
Poisoned fields of grey surrounding
Withering worlds no one remains
Crimson is my void, lack of blood
Counting as the days go on
Awaiting to be unearthed

Lost lives mean nothing to me
My love for them is dead
Desperate souls cry out in vein
I drown them in my head

Death has come for me
As it comes for all

Crawl to the center of yourself
Discover a fault inside
No one can know what you are thinking
This too shall pass in time
Blasphemous lies fill the air
A cynical man inside
Rotting flesh of the guilty
This feast for worms is devine