The night falls.
They are coming.
The dark grows darker.
They are coming.
It is not a fear that grips me nor death that frightens me.
It is the unknown. The living that chills me into my soul. It grips with icy cold claws sqeezing ever so tighter around my being...
They are coming. These hounds you speak of I know all too well.
Red fiery eyes glaring at me. Breath as foul as a corpse pile. Claws razor sharp. Teeth gleeming in the dim light of the moon almost like silver blades.
They circle. They snarl and growl at me. Biting and nipping away at my flesh. They have had their appetizer and now come for the main course...
They smell the iron of the crimson drizzling from my wrist. They already taste the copper of the crimson. They snarl devilishly as if they are smiling with a sinister look in their eyes. They were warded off at first...
They now come for the lost pathetic soul. The failure. The forsaken fool. The failed brother. The son of none. The mistake that should have perished at birth. I hear their voices in my head. I hear their words ripping away at whats left of my soul.
They darkly whisper to me...
You have failed, another laughs and remarks that I am a failure. That none cares for me. They only lie to hide the truth of how they despise me.
It's not death that scares Lucifer Morningstar. It's not death. Its knowing what they say is true. I lost not only the battle but the war. I lost what I loved. So I rip open my own flesh and watch the river of crimson pour to the floor.
Time to die. As they approuch. These hounds with black fur and fiery red eyes that burns into your soul. Your very being itself.
Paw after paw they draw closer.
They are coming.
The sickly warm and foul odour of their breath to be smelt and felt right in front of me.
They are coming lucifer morningstar.
They are coming for me.
The monster.
The freak.
The unlovable.
The failure.
"They dont care for you or your useless trinkets. You deserve the pain."
They are here.
I willingly accept their burning canines as they sink into my flesh.
They are here. They devour me.
They are here and I start destroying my own body. Life is leaving me. Drop by drop. My last hope and thought ...
Learn from my failures. Redeem your hidden strength. Slay these already blood soaked hounds. Be yourself . You must rise where I have fallen. I willingly take your hounds with me. As long as it means you suffer less.
Forgive me one day.
Burn my body and throw my ashes into that dark pit of despair.
I regret only that I was too weak to help you. I Am truly sorry and regret it. I am so sorry..
Yet agony turns to rage. You were not the friend. You were and are betrayer of trust. Destoyer of souls. You took what you needed when I was beneficial to your life. Once you regained what you once lost not caring that in the process I was dying. You turned your back with a smile. You gladly destroyed what I am and was, what I could have been.
Rage turned to hate.
Never will my hunger be slate.
Knowing only one horrible fate.
In the pit of despair and suffering I await.
I only need to open my heart for you to see what true pain feels like.
So each night I lay not resisting the fight.
Each night I stupidly prayed.
Pray but for one thing.
Only for eternal sleep to stay.
For death's kiss to finally take.
Yet the hounds tear and rip only for their amusement.
An unending cycle of torment and suffering...
Be proud of your feat.
You made sure of my bloody defeat...
