Gehenna's Beckoning

Self-realization, I am my father’s son
His impression on me is strong
Instructing me to my final destination
Forcing me onto a path that I did not get to choose
Therein lies the question, do I accept this fate, or do I take it into my own
hands?
I know the ending, but I don’t want to accept it
My fears overrule my better judgment
I’ve always known
Every day it drags me closer
Whispering, wanting, lusting for life
Enticing me with its splendor
The void
It beckons
Rolling blackouts, no memory
I awake with blood on my hands
It seems I can’t control it now
I’m influenced beyond finding the truth, and now I’m acting out on impulse
Killing, mutilating, thirsting, forever lifeless
My head falls back, as I cover myself in fluid
This must stop
Gehenna has won, I am now its prisoner
I slip myself away, to find eternity, never to find rest