Shackled by the chains of failure 40 miles beneath the surface Limb after limb is severed Blood owed to my captors It was I who dug the grave i'll occupy Each shovelful of dirt a monument to my damnation Hacked into a thousand pieces Still this tribute is not enough To quench the insatiable thirst of the gods Is there a world in which I can breathe Stripped of all ties to humanity? A land where I can finally rest without the fear Of angering the tyrants who decide our fate? I've come to realize Only in death does such a place exist

Elf king I see you watching from afar Yet you never come to take me Why must you mock me with promises of rest? I take every breath hoping it's my last Holding out my hands Waiting for your grasp Aching for the coldness to consume me But these hands remain empty Absent of your touch When will I be rewarded with the sweet embrace of death? Upon the mountaintop Almost statuesque You stand as a reminder of my pain Does it give you pleasure to watch me suffer?

The boundaries of my existence Were governed by laws engraved in sacred stone As were the idols I embodied Worshipped and slaughtered for I bathed in the light of the helix stars Entranced by their malevolent chants Writhing under their unforgiving gaze I sought answers that did not exist Yet my world was but a womb Forged by the hands of a self proclaimed god Is my quintessence Just as artificial as the walls around me? There lies the greatest enigma of life itself For the only consciousness I can confirm is my own Behind your eyes I can see The gears of tyranny turning rapidly Every cryptic word you speak Preconceived and force fed My strong resilient surrogate mother Hold me gently with your cold prosthetic limbs Sweep your blasphemies away with ambiguity Sing me songs of righteousness and purity You sent me to sail for a horizon Painted upon a backdrop comprised of ground flesh and bone You silhouette becomes more visible as i approach More malicious and sadistic than I can remember Suspicion fades yet still remains as a wolf lurking under the veil of night The blood still wet upon his face He is full yet never satisfied Oh mighty beast I could understand your struggle But that time has come and gone I seek to drag you from the shadows Into a world that you've destroyed For now it is I who shake with hunger Sinking teeth into soft vital tissues Forever silenced as you are Mangled, dismembered, and digested