The ascendance

Broken bones protrude through my flesh, as blood soaks my skin With every breath I die a little more As life drips from my wounds death consumes me in all its glory, And coldly invites me in I cannot see any longer, I cannot taste, I know I shall be ash soon Torturing myself in my private hell, I fear pain no more Cutting myself to the bone, I feel pleasure through my affliction I desire to hurt others, So I won't have to feel anymore I long to make others feel the pain that is my addiction Melting flesh rotting from my bones, I can rest at last I have hundreds of corpses rotting around me My throat is closing up and my life should now be past Forsaken, I will not rest alone in misery