Intended For Ghoulish Embodiment

I isolate from the daily hell, within my own
It is such a scorn around that place
Here I bathe in darkness and the spiteful mind of mine
Relieve me on a dead mankind

"This is my stronghold shrouded in absurdest passion.
It is getting dim for you, it is getting cold!
You will die!"

There outside where they molested me mental
I will not falter
They will vanish into thin air
Vanish from the frame of their firm liminal minds
A deadly human deceit

"And now where is the door?
There is no door of light!
Your instant before darkness to stay it is!
Well, whereas you'll find no peace!"

Just when I drag them into my chambers
Where they are all the same
And I am the fucking umpire of all
Wearing the hangman's mask in blood red blue

Death's robe of abyssal fatal unkindness
Victims of unkindness
Dead set against their stinking synchronized wages
Synchronized by me alone

Blood waters more and more
The wooden floor is oozing with it
But increasing erased lives do not heal anything at all
Temporary suffocated affection of hatred
Draws its line in a vast time span
Anyway

Unparalleled psychotic burden on me
Self-pity keeps company with the derangement
It will slowly show up after each of their perish

So futile
But the embodiment of a mission
In ghoulish sadness I stand and keep striding my path
I keep it, never get rid
Keep dwelling with it
Where no life dwells and life of any kind must find its end