Broken soul

The urge is calling
I am depleting
depletion is salvation
my king is creation
void unto void, paradoxically

I don't know why
I trust this knife
everything I have been told is a lie
this feels so right
this utter wrong
preconceived notions
of a mortal sin
the bodies in the nether
are the story of my broken soul
the pain in me is sweet release
the bodies tell a story

my salvation is you
your bloody soul
you guide me and have not led me astray
my inner demons are the kings I crown

tear my apart in sweet forgiveness
the glory of rapture
my broken soul can never be healed
I am such as has never been before

the bodies tell a story
of when this void in me will be filled

the void in me is hungering
the reason is unknown
the result is violence
stranger anomalies have been whispered
I will fill the void

the bodies tell a story
the knife is my tool
the story is my soul
my soul in dynamic algorithms
King of void

this universe is not ready for me
I am destroyer
I am creator
I am spawn of god himself
whom I have killed

the bodies tell the story
of my BROKEN SOUL

patrons have been crowned
kings have been banished
my king is immortal

a tangent guide to
not so tangent ideas

I am immortal
salvation is mine
agony in which I find the light

the story of darkness consuming light.