Pitch blackness,
Laying in the utter ecstasy of darkness,
Hidden in the shadows,
Of the dark angel of death,
Blinded by the look in her eyes,
keeping me from the light of the world,
I close my eyes ,
And what do i see,
Nothing,
But the temptational stare of the angel of death,
Waiting for me to give up,
Waiting for me to give her the consent to harvest my soul,
Waiting for me to take the final plunge,
And let my blood flow,
But guess what bitch my blood flows ,
Like a surging river of hatred,
Consuming the visions,
Of your deathly gaze,
Tearing through your astral flesh,
With the intensity of a whirlwind,
Rendering you shapeless,
Rendering you nameless,
Erasing you from existence,
For I am the one who breathed your life,
Gave you shape,
Gave you figure,
And the wings of an angel,
I brought you up from the depths,
And raised you up,
Unto the highest pedestal,
Of the inner sanctum of my soul,
I granted your every wish,
Until now,
You have overweighed the balance,
And soon your world will collapse,
Falling away from the grand towers of the inner sanctum,
And plunging back in the the ebon abyss,
From where I stole the energy needed to create you,
Your memory will remain,
Here among the stars,
But to every one you never were and never will be.