In Putris Stagnum

At last, I have arrived

My tired eyes survey this

Cancerous growth

A festering pool of worms

Sickening to behold

Reminding me of what was,

And what becomes of buried dreams

Of reasons, I have but one

To rid myself of pain

Shrouded in black fog

I am beyond death

For those who seek pleasure and power,

I'll make you beautiful

Beyond your wildest dreams

For I am he;

The one said born of the gods

But I must ask no less a price

To dwell in you

I, relinquish body, mind, and soul

My leprous skin and broken spirit

I, long to see myself through your eyes

Not with compassion but disgust

Welcome, Death.

I lay my mind to rest

My faults I do detest

At last, I fall

For those who seek pleasure and power,

I'll make you beautiful

Beyond your wildest dreams

For I am he;

The one said born of the gods,

Long live our king

Here I'll stay

I shall remain

The air is warm,

The water sweet to drink

And here I'll stay

I shall remain

This wondrous Sound

Envelops me