I am the razor that carves your flesh
The bleeding acrimony
The crescent gaunt of death
I am the leprous soul
Shedding filth and disease
The swarming locust plague
Spawned of melancholy
I am the labyrinth of pain
That forebodes the path of light
The deviant lash of solitude
That rapes your feeble mind
I am the timorous deed
That burrows beneath your skin
The vexing course to madness
Pours from the cleft within
I am the foulness that looms within the breath of night
I am the bitterness for whom all shadows feed
I am the darkness that was and shall forever be
I am despair and flowing rivers of woe
That drown your soul
I am the omega, the ripping of the womb
In emptiness consumed
