Do you know my name?

I shattered all the mirrors fearfully hoping that they won't be able to remember my face. Darkest of all lights most greedy to embrace surrounded by demons and breathing in life... I don't want to be a perverted temple of my Lord... thought His hand I am I have forgotten how to bear or understand His word... Between the tides the time seems endlessly the force of habit or whatever pulled me back into a well-known pain. What uses the knowledge of my progression when the old world is gone without a new in sight, with my new found life I am homeless again... I don't want to be a perverted temple of my Lord... thought His hand I am I have forgotten how to bear or understand His word... I am falling down back to the lowest spheres... Do you know my name? Did you answer I just cannot hear...