Staring down the black abyss at the void which I've created
Nothing new is born in this wasteland of a planet
Glaring up to the Sun that is no longer there
I feebly grasp for my identity
Sought out by every being decaying away on this dead Earth
I struggle to find myself and understand my own existence
And come to terms with my past.
I've sinned
I bring calamity and destruction
And leave only ruin in my wake.
To bring death is my one designed function
Dubbed "Grim Reaper", all those around me are turned to waste
Staring past the horizon, at the void which is my past
nothing new is born in this wasteland of a planet.
I start a trek attempting to find the pieces of who I am
I need things to make sense and must make atonement for the sins which I've committed
I try to help those I find in peril along my journey
I try to be their savior
"Stop!" she screams
Consumed in a trance, ice annihilated all that surround me once again
Without conscious control of my actions.
Swiftly but heavily they fell, as I gracefully ripped them apart,
Severing limbs and tearing out innards with beautiful precision.
A cry a begging plea, to stop this insanity, brings me back to the reality of this wretched place
I look down at my own hand and wonder "What I have done?
I look down at my own hand and wonder, "What have I done?"
How can I atone for the destruction of all life?
I can only think of death, but I am unable to die
Nothing new is born in this wasteland of a planet
Glaring up to the Sun that is no longer there
I feebly grasp for my identity
Sought out by every being decaying away on this dead Earth
I struggle to find myself and understand my own existence
And come to terms with my past.
I've sinned
I bring calamity and destruction
And leave only ruin in my wake.
To bring death is my one designed function
Dubbed "Grim Reaper", all those around me are turned to waste
Staring past the horizon, at the void which is my past
nothing new is born in this wasteland of a planet.
I start a trek attempting to find the pieces of who I am
I need things to make sense and must make atonement for the sins which I've committed
I try to help those I find in peril along my journey
I try to be their savior
"Stop!" she screams
Consumed in a trance, ice annihilated all that surround me once again
Without conscious control of my actions.
Swiftly but heavily they fell, as I gracefully ripped them apart,
Severing limbs and tearing out innards with beautiful precision.
A cry a begging plea, to stop this insanity, brings me back to the reality of this wretched place
I look down at my own hand and wonder "What I have done?
I look down at my own hand and wonder, "What have I done?"
How can I atone for the destruction of all life?
I can only think of death, but I am unable to die