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“Murder”- They screamed!
My Mistress’ corpse lay there before me!
Her porcelain face, left me with a smile.

Blood drenched; my footsteps are wet with her life.
Fearful; I flee and escape my known consequence.
Her eyes, so lifeless, as I recall in my mind.
Yet, I regret none of my cursed thoughts!

Rubbing salt into open wounds,
Have another drink,
Take in the pain.
I am a coward,
Having lost myself.
And I am nothing to this world.

Ever yearning helpless,

Guided by an unseen hand.
A primeval force, took hold of me.
Driven by ghostly rage.
My blood burned for violence…. murder.
None stood, in my wake.
Demonic possession.
I delivered my foes to the Boatman.
My payment, almost... Complete.

My wounds are vast.
My body weakens.
These hours pass so slow.
Cruel punishment
Self destruction my release.
Bitter path,
On my knees before the grace of this suffering.

Back sucking life,
I still see feel a collapsing heart,
And felt the proper body, a temple in ruins.
Covered in crawling, gasping wounds.
Even on the preachers's tongue,
rising from the womb.
And I lay in my death and suffering,
forgotten and erased.

I see a young woman, writhing before me.
Her white dress, covered in blood.
The wilted moon, exposes this jaded scene.
She approaches, hand in reach, I pray to feel complete.

One night, as I rested my eyes,
These thoughts are haunting.
Delving deeper, into my mind

There's something moving inside of me
There's something breaking me apart.

Tear away and watch it all come bleeding.
Like a rancid wound refusing to heal.
I know there's no other.
I am my only companion through this bleak life.

Return, return;
While Storming Death
Return, return,
With worms crawling deeper.

Decomposing earth,
Black shadows
Feigning the torture

Oh what have I done?!
My nightmarish curse claims another and their bloodhunt has begun!
Horrific composition built of murder, haunting me from within.
This most gruesome thought; now a trembling sight,
The last of my mistress left dead in the night!

Cruel and sudden; no pause for thought.
Seize her by her soft, trembling throat.