My mind is not my own, it seems

With faded thoughts and rampant dreams.

My voice cries out to memories

Long gone; taken away from me.


A chorus, bleak and dull in tone

That sings of flesh and blood and bone.

The loss of all, I know too well

For this is my eternal hell.


A din of screams: my quiet thought

What is this suffering I have wrought?

For hunger of their blood and bone

Has left no-one to claim their throne.


And yet they live, as sure as I

Consumed their flesh, and watched them die.

For now their voices join the choir

Full of bloody, dark desire.