Lord Of Woe

Kneel down before my feet, I am everything and nothing

all in one, suspended in

time.

Conqueror of the frozen wastes. Tyrant of misery.

Nothing will ever change. Time and timeless, again and

forever and ever and

ever.

Sometimes, amidst the cold, in isolation, amongst this

chaos and despair

a distant light shines in this desecrated mind,

I become one with the darkness, embracing its beauty.

Fear me, for I am

Lord of Woe.

these fingertips of mine know only pain and sorrow,

destroying everything that they touch. Lord of Woe.

Enthroned in this darkness.

The silence shrieks in pain, echoing throughout the

wastes.

Nothing can hurt me here. My sanctuary of destruction.

The ocean boils up and begins to surface,

seeping through our eyes and flesh,

filling up our lungs with black and drowning us in a

beautiful state of

epiphany.

We are the ones who make dreams and I am the error.

Floating amongst the clouds, tearing them from the

skies,

one by one until eventually the heavens fall in a coil

of churning black and

grey

and my kingdom can live in darkness for all of

eternity.

Sometimes, amidst the cold, in isolation, I become one

with the Darkness. Lord

of Woe.

These fingertips of mine know only pain and sorrow,

destroying everything that they touch. Lord of Woe.

Enthroned in this darkness.

The silence shrieks in pain, echoing throughout the

wastes.

Nothing can hurt me here. My sanctuary of destruction.

Kneel down