Intended For Ghoulish Embodiment

I isolate from the daily hell, within my own

It is such a scorn around that place

Here I bathe in darkness and the spiteful mind of mine

Relieve me on a dead mankind

"This is my stronghold shrouded in absurdest passion.

It is getting dim for you, it is getting cold!

You will die!"

There outside where they molested me mental

I will not falter

They will vanish into thin air

Vanish from the frame of their firm liminal minds

A deadly human deceit

"And now where is the door?

There is no door of light!

Your instant before darkness to stay it is!

Well, whereas you'll find no peace!"

Just when I drag them into my chambers

Where they are all the same

And I am the fucking umpire of all

Wearing the hangman's mask in blood red blue

Death's robe of abyssal fatal unkindness

Victims of unkindness

Dead set against their stinking synchronized wages

Synchronized by me alone

Blood waters more and more

The wooden floor is oozing with it

But increasing erased lives do not heal anything at all

Temporary suffocated affection of hatred

Draws its line in a vast time span

Anyway

Unparalleled psychotic burden on me

Self-pity keeps company with the derangement

It will slowly show up after each of their perish

So futile

But the embodiment of a mission

In ghoulish sadness I stand and keep striding my path

I keep it, never get rid

Keep dwelling with it

Where no life dwells and life of any kind must find its end