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King Of The Night
Pain collapsed onto the mind,
strangling my last wits,
suffering through the nights
that continue to haunt dead souls.
Lost passion creates emptiness
that soon becomes the womb
of evil, giving birth to the
lifeless creature that lurks
deep within me.
I see no wrong and feel no emotion,
captivated by deaths touch my
body aches for release into
its natural state, slowly
melting the skin that
surrounds my body to reveal
coarse dry scales like that
of the serpent.
My fangs begin to grow,
long and sharp they extend
beyond my lower lip.
I stand metamorphazied into the
beast that preys upon the weak.
I am invincible, with
the power of the darkness
I rule the night.