At my darkest hour I wait…
I perpetuate this dieses of detestation.
I stand in the shadows of time,
Awaiting to prey among that are weak.
I am the deceitful story,
In a truthful book…
I am the pain that you feel,
When you bleed….

This world is greed,
From the mess I have caused
I bath the earth’s core in lies.
I grow power, To your gluttony
I am a sin,
To your commandment.
I am feared, beyond redemption
I am the sight,
In your ravenous blood shot eyes…

Fear me,
Fear me!

I can be change, but never changed.
I can be free, Though never freed.
I am the existence you ask.
When your out of control.
Although I can not be trusted.
I am the only betrayal you have.
I am your soul,
The entity of you.

~Empath~

Empath In flames

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