Take a walk through my mind
I have tasted the blood of time.

I have so little to give you,
for I cannot give you what I do not have...
but I can give you pain.

I am an ulcer in the pit of your soul,
Death's open wound
which you never neglect to salt.

I will sit in the way-back of your mind
filling you with the sickness
of duality and paradox
until you pierce your eyes
in a futile attempt to remove me.

You scream,
but death comes only halfway for you,
leaving you to wallow
in the life blood of your mistakes.

I will tear your lying tongue from
the vessel of your false countence
and rejoice in the song of blood
which issues forth.

I will bask in the blood
of those who have fallen
in the wake of my rage.

I will close my eyes
and watch the Earth fall,
silent and lifeless,
into the sun.

What is regret
if there is no one left to regret?
What is a crime
if there is no one left to charge the crime?

A destroyer of men is a killer
A destroyer of worlds is a saint