Here I lie In this pool of red, awaiting my last breaths, seeking the final end And yet, is there nothing more to be said About the lives I have taken, the things I regret Was there nothing more but this mere imagining I wrought Forth upon a world lay sleeping and bare What am I to say? That my musings were pure Their pain for my pleasure, was it not the existence befit of a God Did I sit too high atop the throne of ambition? Flying too close to an unforgiving sun It placed its knife in my gut. I screamеd forth Why Was I not befit of your love The bеast that lived within me now slumbers, its claws and teeth too far away to brace this clarity I see clearly the depths of the depravity I reaped forth from the tit of innocence Once blind but, I see clearly, your portrait in my mind O'How the walls of this empty home scream the names of women I have saved Not saved Silent no longer I was merely a pawn in God's game He wishes me to suffer in vain as the villain of a story so cleverly plotted out for me An artist truly worthy of the name This painting I so painfully ripped from the pits of my soul now spill across this cold barren floor And I bellow out, what was it all for What was it all for