After the burial, you left nothing. Between the buried and me. So now I tell this tale
through the eyes of the dead. With all the miles between. They took my love. I watched
her die. They killed my family. My children my bride. As I lay dying here, as blood runs
black. There is no moving forward. There is no looking back.
I feel the ghost inside, screaming attack, attack. I can’t suppress it’s volumes. This is no
job for a cowboy, I declare war. Here comes the suffocation of my sworn enemy. Every
time I die, I’m haunted by these apparitions of my past.
I will unearth the plot in you.
This is the separation I seek. From the cesspool we call humanity. A distorted perception
of what it means to be alive. I will satisfy the urge that I have inside. To leave a legacy
when I die.
You’ll find I have a tendency to be unbreakable. Even after you cast me aside. And throw
me to the wolves.
The ascension is all I seek.