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.