Consumed by Anguish
Frenzied
Panicked
Delirious
Washed in Crimson Ichor

I was your puppet with no strings in flesh
I slew your children as you played your game

As I split your hymen godly light envelops us
Disintegrating right before my eyes
Deteriating into burning dust

Energies dipurse
Corpses disappear
Infuse my spirit
Is this now the end?

Writhe in pain as I'm consumed by an eon of hateful longing
All is not right

I should experience transcendance
I should be free from this dimension
I can no longer feel my unlife
I can now only see the light
Anguish consuming
Become real
Cannot recreate
Cannot escape