Deathless

The creation and reclamation of life
Birthed forth and clawed back in an instant
Deathless, I
Reanimated

This presence welcomes no solace
The cold breath whispers
There is still much left, my child

Such divine horrors unfurl before me
My eyes
My hands
Yet actions not of my own
Reduced to mere nothingness

Rip, tear, maim
Carve out the weak

I am drawn to the unspeakable desire
To extinguish all life
I am but a mere shell of her will
A ghost in my own being
Bound to this prison of flesh

There's still much left my child
So much needless hunger, to what end
I whimper as my hand strikes down
Another soul to harvest
Another life to claim
I can feel her presence every time it’s hacked away

There will be no rest
This world must be purged
Caught in an endless schizophrenic dysphoria
I cannot stop this voice inside my head

Beckoning me forward as I claw out their eyes
Torn through with guilt and despair
Yet still, such ecstasy is coursing throughout
What little left of me remains

This world must be purged
Yet every time I try to escape her wretched clutch I fail
This world must be purged
I lust for their pathetic souls to whimper and die
This desire overtakes me
I've lost all control
Her will becomes my bidding
Erase it all
A conflagration to raze what remains of my humanity
This world must be purged

Creation and reclamation of life
I do not live
Yet I cannot die
Trapped in this purgatory
I do not live
Yet I cannot die