I awaken from my slumber, an agonizing consequence. To breathe upon the living, no conscience, no regret. Feeding upon this nightmare, an abysmal reflection of utmost reason. I look into the moonlight, howling at the sun. Hear the whispers of lamentation. A blasphemous pursuit to rid me of my agony. A futile attempt to transcribe this unholy resentment. A seemingly unsettling irreverence of man. As a servant of apostasy, I wither in the night. I weep not for the blunder; my sins will not ignite. These tears of blood and martyr, an affliction so deserved. I'd pray in the bleakest hour, if only there were a god. To worship the deity of evil and greed. A preacher with hunger for vengeance, I bleed. An empty stare carves deep within my soul. I reap for sorrow, I'm not alone. Embracing repentance, depression and grievance. I lay in this heresy to conquer the great deception. I, only in darkness, shall vanquish the light. Haunted by daemons, I will suffer through the tides.