Despite all the bad times,
I dont feel the pain
That this d**hly sore produces. Despite the abandonment,
I dont feel the fear.
The Grief besieges me without stop. Despite all my misery,
I feel something strange in me,
It feels like omnipotence. Despite... my doubts,
My mind... is not mine. I am pleased with you:
Sweet, rotten, damned, mortal life. I annihilate you silently
Till tasting all your pain from you. I corner you, f**er, till I see
You sweat cold enough to freeze your souls nectar.
I take your body-
Delight!
What do you think goes on
When someone dies? Despite all the past times,
I cant feel the guilt.
All my sins are forgotten. Despite how ominous
My future could be,
Fear never goes away. I can see the truth of my fate!