Bold dripping black lines simmer
Along backdrops of silent screams
Voices of my enemy give reason
And I accumulate my senslessness

Empathy leaves my side
Along with wisdom and reasoning
They hold their own tribunal for the
God-Judge named Karma

My gods held like a vicious scythe in my right hand, cut me as I slice into the victim.
This blade, the singular purpose of a double-edged sword that holds me enraged

I've lost my sight, given it freely to the winged beasts that claw these gashes I wish to breath across the enemies I create but lately I'm the puppet that recieves.

I can handle the pain so I don't ******* care.