pretty cuts that bleed another�s blood
see how they squirm
they are dead and yet they feel
this blood they have stolen
does not console them
why have you come?
to throw your net about me
too many holes in your net
to bind me to a mortal�s will
no more time
NO MORE TIME
will I spend in the dark
no third eye to see me
what do you think I am?
i seek the thinness
it is near
the dark parts of me can feel it
you will lead me to it
of the many that fell
there was one that was found
in the sunlight revealed it burned to ash
in its agony it cursed and screamed
many names of power were spoken
for those who heard its cries
seeds of darkness were planted
and wills refashioned
some names were remembered
few have been uttered
one such brought me to this place
took me from my aerie demesne
robbed me of the heat and light of the cosmos
i have spent enough time
amongst the dirt and foetor
with thick air and babbling voices
i must leave this world before I lose myself
no shape here can sustain me
those who wait at Chorazin
they seek another one who fell
it is no longer there
strong is the power of their belief
i will suffice to sate their hunger
if i am chained once more
i will become what they believe me to be
you must not let them take me