Wither

I realize a piece of myself has died
Leaving only blackness
An abyss of the soul
Rank and defiled, ruin in my reflection
A coil wrapped around my throat
Sweet asphyxia shared in death
The serpent's own garrote
Steeling my bitter breath

Twisting under the grip of sorcery
Thrusting in debauchery
Existing in foul ecstasy

Tendrils of my mind pierce the vail of time
No sorcery can you summon to bind
Wrenching the souls free of imprisonment
The fee for my sadistic embodiment
Now I walk - with mortals - in blissful rot

I wither inside
Tortured from beings left crucified
A husk of man, yet now eternal
Risen from the shadows of dreams
To stalk amongst burials
Always watching from beyond
Wrathful at what has been lost
My own mortality

Choking desires to dust
What can never be, feeds me
So with hate I shall remain
Far beyond the grave

I am necrophied, burning inside
Evolved by powers from outside
A stratagem designed in possession
A vile effigy in undead expression
Listen - to the sounds - of the dead

Mournful I wail into the void
Eager for schadenfreude
The gods refuse to answer me
My power beyond infinity
To those places unknown amongst conscious thought

Forever withered
But not yet lost

No one escapes that which cannot be
No man knows the horrors of necromancy
Manipulated by the madness of the gone
Hateful but forever compelled and enthralled
To these unholy urges you shall yield
You are my vessel a weapon to be wield
Eternally stalking this graveyard earth
Twisted by a loathsome rebirth
Never again to die