Call out, oh aching heart.
Seek me in thy darkness.
Call to me and I shall come.
I shall suckle at your open wound.
I will heal it closed with my venom.
Your aching heart will be consumed.
And in its place the void will grow.
You shall sink and I shall bloom.
In your hatred your mind entombed.
Yet through it all your eyes shall see.
That destructive side you sought to contain.
Will rip asunder your life from this very day.
But have no cares for you called on me.
You wished this all and now you shall see.
All those who thought you weak shall tremble.
Those who laughed shall cower.
And those that shunned will grovel at thy feet.
In the last you might wonder.
What manner of beast might I be.
Look inside and there I sit, waiting.
I am nothing more nothing less.
Then what your darkest mind creates.
That is right mortal man I am the evil inside all things.
Just call for me and I will aid you.
A smallest fee is all I ask.
Your mind can stay but your heart I'll swallow.
A simple thing for a vicious task.
In the end you will succumb.
Your hatred grows with every breath.
And in that moment when you seek me.
Your entire soul will be mine at last.