Son Of Self Affliction

The crack between hide and flesh
Slashed, whipped and flayed

Lashed for the sins of my father,
A decrepit malnourished monster,
Sadistic nurture

Loveless torture to fill an empty soul
This caress of tender hate, oh why must I suffer this fate?

Oh dear mother please send me signs and guide me, a light in the dark,

A slithering of hope

So I can live, Adhere to my pathetic pleas
A safe passage through the cracks
Of these malicious deeds

Four years have passed, since I have felt at all enamoured.
The crows caw a song, each one more bleaker than the latter.
Its as if even so, suffering helped me to go
And leave this coffin for the woods that bestowed

Falling into an abyss.
Seeking solace in the suffering,
Embrace the ambiguity of what is in life
And though, The skies are grey,
The darkness overbearing
A hollowed soul,
Retching from disease and famine
Either I am dead or the ghost that was me

A bastard Child Black Hearted
Condemned to Martyrdom
Through the looking glass a realm of isolation.
Death procured my blight.
In debt to the black arts yet
Obstinate in cessation
Abhorred at the mere sight
The Son Of Self Afflictions Plight

A sudden glimmer of anguish spills forth, for I know I am too late
Rah

"Father, please forgive me for it will not happen again"
The sunken sallow eyes just glare at me
I ensure a brutal lashing

My mind dwells on the despair accompanied with the
Deafening loneliness
The constant swirling in my head, as the pressure builds,
The cataclysm
Scratching at my scalp,
Tearing out chunks of hair and flesh
Oh someone hear my needs, someone please adhere to my needs
Peel the flesh from bone. (consume it)
Call of baal, the night grows cold. (exhuming)
All last trace of life
The definition of contorting ones soul

Thats when the shadow shows it's near, the same that lurked my steps
The warming comfort of the being
As I embrace, the feeling of nothingness
It Overtakes me
Becoming at one with the plague

It takes my hand, the gentle touch of a friend
It fills my tender heart with joy
The relief of unraveling stress

"Oh dear friend, take me else where, Im sick of this miserable place"
The shadow lures me down trails I've not seen yet before,
A face so familiar, an aura so pure.
Through twisted trees and deep marsh swamp, trudging evermore
We tread to the clear opening
This cruel beast pulled me down the crack,
A ravine that lay near.
Thus completing the ritual

Thine father sent into a blind rage at my recent disappearance
The rotten cunt thrashing round his house, looking for the blade
Raises it to the sky
Before scarring his head for the plague