Blood Storm

Division of souls
lost between the pages
of an open book;
The mind speaks without mercy,
twisting your dreams into unimaginable shapes.
You never see things as they were.
Guided by your deepest desires...

This is my life.
I am the dark, haunting thing,
that merciless, nightmarish beast
which lurks in your pained memories,
thirsting for your aching heart.

Your dreams are my playthings,
your mind my tool.
You owe me a sign of hatred,
and you need it fast.

The darkness will embrace me
when your hope is lost,
making me into a more solid
monster of suffering.
Do you see me now?

You should understand it.
You should know my power,
my ability to darken any light.

Love does not exist so long as I am alive;
I will never die.

This is my existence,
my almighty power.
You will fall at my feet
and never again rise.

I am the Blood Storm.