Path to Regret

In the silence, I beg to be heard.
But no...I'm not made for peasantry.
Curse the days humanity wrought this disgusting skin of mine.

I look at my hands...(my human hands)
The skin that still remains.
I grind my teeth and narrow my eyes...
I will be rid of this.

Shed my pores, my blood and bone
Leave the heart of ice.
Crimson desire from within my throat...
And let my aura shine...

Sweet pearl shadow grace of darkness
Purify my Mind
Help me see and then unwind
This twisted fate of mine!

Cleanse the putrid stink of time...this rotting era of existence...I was not born to dwell among maggots...
But I am in human form.
Unfurl my wings and let me fly...knowledge for me to own...power to be sought trhough hourglasses...and snow to melt my soul.
Grayish skin and red glow eyes...I so love what they despise...Wolves may cry; I hear my children with my tantric senses divine.
Nails like glass so sharp and ready
Does your heart beat slow and steady?
I am here...beyond your door.
I see you sitting there all alone, wondering if it is safe to close your petty little eyes.
The truth is...
You are weak...
And I have finally come to recognize this fact...
And I have finally come for you.