After searching these darkened eyes for light, give up hope.
Bleeding through and through until I'm a corpse.
Plagued byond the limitations of self,
Already warping.

Co-dependancy not the goal,
Only half of me showed up to hunt down the missing pieces.
The last hurdle before reawakening.

If I'm loveless I'm dead . . . the decay seems to be in full.
One should not feel so mistaken in identity,
Shouldn't feel so out of place.
But fear crawls through their hearts upon my arrival.
Burrows into dark corners, reanimate my face
With bleeding eyes and fire breathing.

I warned you about these mechanisms of mine
With peaceful proclimations.
You excommunicated me anyway,
The wrath I cannot stay, complete loss of control.
The demons are unleashed, the final signs
Are the hordes of the undead marking your flesh for the spoils of war,
Ripe and ready for the killing . . .