Her face is beautiful, I hate it so.
My soul is at war of which I should repent or sin,
Indeed I tear the feathered wings from her fragile skin,
In the midths I consume her blood and leave her soul at woe.

With no regret I drag her limp body to the deepest depths below,
To much dismay she has done nothing to deserve this pain from bodily to within,
She is not a murderer, nor a theif, nor a vixen.
With no struggle I can fight these urges, but hate is all I know.

Child of God blood tears you cry,
Weep forever, I shall not release you from this pain.
I'll wither your flesh until there is not a drop of blood left to give.

You shall never again be one with the sea nor the sky,
No will, no reason, nor hope spared to keep you sane.
Yet you leave my mind in wonder, why is it you still fight to live?