Deathless

The creation and reclamation of life
 Birthed forth and clawed back in an instant
 Deathless, I
 Reanimated
 This presence welcomes no solace
 The cold breath whispers,
 There is still much left, my child
 Such divine horrors unfurl before me
 My eyes
 My hands
 Yet actions not of my own
 Reduced to mere nothingness
 Rip
 Tear
 Maim
 Carve out the weak
 I am drawn to the unspeakable desire
 To extinguish all life
 I am but a mere shell of her will
 A ghost in my own being
 Bound to this prison of flesh
 There's still much left my child
 So much needless hunger, to what end
 I whimper as my hand strikes down
 Another soul to harvest
 Another life to claim
 I can feel her presence every time it's hacked away
 There will be no rest
 This world must be purged
 Caught in an endless schizophrenic dysphoria
 I cannot stop this voice inside my head
 Beckoning me forward as I claw out their eyes
 Torn through with guilt and despair
 Yet still, such ecstasy is coursing throughout
 What little left of me remains
 This world must be purged
 Yet every time I try to escape her wretched clutch I fail
 This world must be purged
 I lust for their pathetic souls to whimper and die
 This desire overtakes me
 I've lost all control
 Her will becomes my bidding
 Erase it all
 A conflagration to raze what remains of my humanity
 This world must be purged
 Creation and reclamation of life
 I do not live
 Yet I cannot die
 Trapped in this purgatory
 I do not live
 Yet I cannot die