Impoverished and desolate is that of the world.
The corporeal stain ceasing to exist.
Knawing on the time of previous life.
One by one they all succumb to the everlasting torment of my life.
This day belongs to only one.
Taking all to the realm of harvest
I smile, draped with the epidermis of those who have wronged me.
I dance from within their skin, enjoying their silent screams.
Their physical identity to wither away into dust.
Becoming one with the earth.
My plan coming to fruition.
Sitting atop my throne of lies, I witness all of those who have ruined themselves.
Each one no better than the last.
Wandering aimlessly.
Saddened paths crossing one another.
Welcome home my children.
I have returned you to my shadowed hell.
A place of dripping death.
A place of suffering and pure visceral abnormality.
With outstretched hands I absorb all of your spiritual identity.
Spirits evaporating.
A marionette of souls.
I am the puppet master.
From hence forth, you will all abide by my words.
I feel the surge of power once again..
The time has come.
At long last.
I will entrap you back in your own diabolical design.
I will resurrect my father.
Shadows engulfing me.
Disappearing into the broken void of my creation.
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The Destroyer of Dreams
PoetryThe Lord of Sorrow treads through the dreams of all. Creating dreams of horror. Incenerating happiness. Rotting from the inside out he feels nothing but bitterness and complete sadness over what has become of his life. This is his journey as The De...
