Tonight I close my eyes and fall into an angry nightmare. Enclosed by death, demented life and tortured souls. I dare not move.
Power within me builds until I cannot hold it anymore. Tonight I breathe in deeply and throw daggers at you... my target
All in black, my eyes are frozen, breaths shallow in a face with no feeling. I am bitter, holding the remains of a dark, defective and cracked heart.
I do not feel. I take aim and release with a vicious wave of hate. One dagger after another passes through the tips of my fingers on a collision course, only for you.
No one dares to come near. It is me they all fear. Never believing I could come to this.
Built up frustrations are yours to hold. I don’t even see you.
I’m much stronger than you anticipated. Relentless hits, create pure destruction.
I do not stop. Hostility.
Cracks expand and grow all over your body. They’re crackling shrieks echoing off sharp rock faces that now surround us.
You can’t take it; this lesson does not give up. The crackling intensifies as your body quivers.
And then in one magnificent moment the force breaks through, with a low howling depth and takes your soul.
My arm collapses and falls to my side, hand shaking with rage.
I awake from pure evil to see nothing in front of me but look down to see a hollow nothingness in my chest. I cannot feel.
I am capable of much more than you think. You don’t know me one bit.