Listen up you stupid bitch

I believe

Not in your world of warmth in your souls

And dreams of castles built upon sand

I choose to wrest my reign in the realm of panic and the pleading of the damned

I care not to know your dejected life or the worthless sum of its parts

I am untethered, and I am all

I am one with the abyss

The “is-not”, the dark, and the fall

God won’t let me die

No matter how hard I fucking try

So a ghost came to me in the middle of the night and asked me to relay...

Entеr the crowned

Lord of hate, I havе arrived to reveal my face

So you will either bow, or I will lay fucking waste

I have come to share with you the secrets from beyond

So you ask who or what are you?

I am the King of black widows

And I speak the language of ghosts

I lost the need, to need, long ago

A stomach full of hornets

A deity depraved

A million words at my disposal

And this is what I’ve chosen to say

Stripped naked and face down to take the long nap

From which there is no coming back

Unworthy of a burial and even less a tomb

So put that unmarked shallow grave to use and make chrysanthemum bloom

I believe

Not in your world of warmth in your souls

And dreams of castles built upon sand

I choose to wrest my reign in the realm of panic and the pleading of the damned

I care not to know your dejected life or the worthless sum of its parts

I am untethered, and I am all

I am one with the abyss

The “is-not”, the dark, and the fall

They neglect to heed your warnings yet, so maybe they’ll listen to me

I am beyond, the brink and the spark

(I am your ghost)

The lightning rods and the inviolable dark

You see my face in all that you hate

(Your phantom, your ghost)

I am the end of all to be created

I await those who cannot discern

(Could we share this dance?)

Between a loss and a lesson to learn

I cannot die and I will not disappear

(Give the other side a chance)

And you will love me when the answer is clear”

I believe

Not in your world of warmth in your souls

And dreams of castles built upon sand

I choose to wrest my reign in the realm of panic and the pleading of the damned

I care not to know your dejected life or the worthless sum of its parts

I am untethered, and I am all

I am one with the abyss

The “is-not”, the dark, and the fall

Tell me, has the pain finally stopped?