Breath of ash, the air is thin,

A hollow pulse beneath my skin.

The clock unwinds, the void takes hold,

A kingdom built on dreams grown cold.

Eyes like fire, voices below,

They pull me in, they won’t let go.

A deeper truth I cannot deny,

The shadows feast where the angels die.

Born of the void, I am decay,

A storm that strips the light away.

Bound by chains you cannot see,

A hollow king of misery.

Rise in the dark where nothing’s whole,

The abyss is hungry—it’s taking my soul.

Spiral down, the walls cave in,

A realm of silence, drowned in sin.

The faceless gods, they watch, they wait,

Their whispers carve an endless fate.

Skin turns brittle, breath turns black,

No escape, there’s no way back.

A shattered mind, a fractured scream,

Reality cracks—it’s not what it seems.

Born of the void, I am decay,

A storm that strips the light away.

Bound by chains you cannot see,

A hollow king of misery.

Rise in the dark where nothing’s whole,

The abyss is hungry—it’s taking my soul.