Treated like a worm from dawn
Seeking solace in the soil
I will linger
Now I behold myself
Sprinkling like sand through the fingers of time
With chipped nails
Fulfilling the fragmentation of my essence
Fragments of cosmic despair
I've gulped and gargled the tongue of truth
My throat gorged upon solacelessness
Birthless I grew restless
With the sole aim to become earthless
Lost in a potent abstraction
From the crystallized dreariness of clarity
I am the mirthless Harbinger of Woundism
A persistent and vague silhouette of sickness
And I crawl ever closer towards my throne
Claimed for evermore
I long to violate this world
I'll rape my earth infinihilistically
The bereavement of the masses
Starts with the bereavement of myself
May I then be proclaimed the once and future Necrocratic King?
Withered clawlike fingers clutching the eternal wing
Dead, unconquered, misery to bring
I found solace sought in soil, but solace is fleeting
And I sought to be
A persistent and vague silhouette of sickness
A presence looming in the dark, crawling ever closer
A claw upon skin, esurient to gulp the flow of memories
A perverted tingle in the ear kissed by anxiety's tear
May all the clueless vermin howl
In the clamor, rotting in worthlessness through pain and time
I will prosper in my cosmic despair
A lingering shadow
Beyond dead eye's glare to forever disperse
