Ask me, ask me, what it's like to see every creature on Earth kneel before you.
Tear my brain apart and search my stems; digging for gold and useless knowledge.
Alleviate the pain I feel when I search the stars every night and find nothing;
all useless to me, taunting me and telling me I am weak, that I'll never be something.
Careful treading through my inner workings, as there are a many bumps along the way,
caverns full of used hope, don't become lost throughout the day.

Ask me, ask me, what it feels to be all important to the world.
Rip me apart and find my insides, dig into me and feed on my life;
destroy what I was and sell my soul, taking away my fight and strife.
Antagonize my rude emotions, ask them to go outside-
they will take you out there and beat your skin into hide.
Fall onto the ground as they beat you,
senselessly scraping you apart, and they will leave you for the vultures;
they will feast upon your heart.
You will fall in agonizing pain, and you will be a mirror of my inner workings;
painful, without respite, and you will learn of all your shortcomings.

Ask me, ask me, what it is to be immortal, to be ever living.
As you lay on the ground, your blood staining the pavement,
I watch you in your agony, and all I find is lament.
I scrutinize your every cry of pain, watching in your sad display,
I sit next to your wringing body, and only sigh in dismay.
You are not what I've needed, you cannot help me escape-
Maybe someday you'll help, but now you're only another gate.
I leave you there on the sidewalk, dying without a breath.
I walk away from you, never looking back at your mess.
Your image of pain never leaves my mind,
and yet I find it that I feel nothing all the time.
I consider it thoughtless that you should provoke me as you do not know the monster inside,
the one who destroys cities and tears down forests-nothing can hide.

I wish I was God, and that I could fulfill your questions with honest answers instead of lies.
Sometimes I think about that night, wondering about your pain.
I can only laugh at your sadness, and it was all in my gain.
Do not cross the bridge to me again, stay far far away.
I am the River Styx- you never wish to cross my way.
If I see you again, God help us both, I will rip you limb from limb and tie you to a post.
There I will set you on fire, watching your flesh burn, and be lifted up into the smoke.