Have you ever lived my life?
I don't think you've lived like me.
Why must you create a lie?
Trying to feel and be like me,
it's not a matter of pretending
My mental actions fuction best,
when i'm feeling like the beast of hunger seeking,
decomposing corpses in morgues by any means
soil elevating corpse,
as my torso cleary shows,
the intestine hungry maggotts
as they eat and decompose,
the extracting flesh of my old soul,
as to expose my inner bones.
Never has a human compared my life to theirs.
I'm not as pure as you,
and you as dead as me.
Don't remember what i did,
but i've come in front of you.
Took your life,imprisoned you.
Now your not of what you were before,
Were you not in search of the nocturnal, the unknown?
What a severed dream this turned to be, as demon you are now.
Welcome to the graves.
This is where our confort lays for us.
As slaves to shades, and lunar rays awaken us.