gaunt creature that wounds with bitter prose

it is thee, the 13th wraith of wich i speaketh to

no exorcism may deprive thee of thy demons

thine hatred is a monstrous behemoth

and thou art the architect of thine own madness



i have given thee songs and music

to accompany thine addictions

thou art fire and fire blackens

i am murky waters and thou drownest in mine dephts

i shouldst have let thee drown, but i loved thine timid soul



our boats have parted forevermore

you sit by some shore, praying to thine vaporous goddess

i am some secret ocean, you cannot dream to fathom