Dark memories

Dark memories of a time long past,
Echoes of a dead world
Running amok in my mind at night.
Drenched bed, panic attack
I’m alive yet all around me are dead people
Silent screams, pleading limbs
I’m torn between reality and dream
But which is what?
The blood I walk in is hot, moving, alive it seems
The blood is life, is death, is all
It must be mine … theirs … mine
Their blood is mine, I took it from them
A long time ago, when the world was still young and merciless
When true power was blood, was life
Blood and iron were the true monuments to my life
To my existence
What am I doing now? Where am I?
Who are those shadows I speak to?
The slashing is mine
The pain is yours
You’ll die for me to live
Because stronger beings feed on weaklings
And I’ll feed and grow stronger
As you cross the Styx,
I won’t bid you farewell,
For you entered my domain.