Primal Un-Godliness

Plague in my mind
Eating away
My capability to see
Look in your eyes fills me with ecstasy
While I watch you fade away
Stampede of extreme pleasure mixed with fear and self-disgust
What is done is done, there´s no way to save my soul
Warm breath becomes dead cold
Dye my dagger red…
Looking down on my grotesque work of art
Not my blood upon my skin, but I’m the one that´s wounded
Voices calling- confess your sins?
Or take their fate in your own hand
Evening the score with the world
Hell, upon thee- who made me something I despise to be
Pain- inside my head, hurts so much, but I still can´t feel
Death- my gift to you
Walk upon the weak…