Defined by solitude
I cannot open my eyes
I am lifeless and rigid
Unending grimness
I have no desires
Not even a passion to hate
I exist without reason
Carved from another's mind
I recognize faint vibrations
Of cheer and merriment
I thirst for falling blood
And the blanket of the black sun
You cannot look upon my figure
That adorns the courtyard of ghosts
I pull out from your dripping soul
What little joy that remained
The great melting eye
Drinking from a chalice of ink
I have become your pupil
A white canvas painted black
My crown gilded with innocence
A majestic perpetual stare
Like a gargoyle in a castle of ruins
Stone dead forever
I stand in the place before the beginning
And after the ending
Where feeling does not exist
(Where all intentions are infernal)
Where control does not exist
(Where all afflictions are internal)
Where chaos reigns Supreme
Where Silence is Eternal