--The Beast continues to gnaw against the walls of my sanity and will--

--It continues to tremble the bars of my soul desperately attempting to locate freedom--

--It does not hesitate nor does it halt its actions--

--Its lust for death and destruction is endless--

--It arrives to maim and it arrives silence--

--It is the bringer of the silnce, the silence wrought by death--

--As I laid bare, witness the heinous actions committed by thee--

--But is it I? Am I truly the beast that maims and silences?--

--No, it should not be true--

--Yet I appear as the Beast, the one that strikes terror and fear within the souls of the bravest--

--My own actions causes me terpidation--

--I remain to be here, a corporeal being, aware and sane--

--But the duration of time is unknown--

--And brings me a feeling of disquiet--

--The blood of my enemies slowly slither away from my streams--

--The currency of their lives become innocent, they become nothing but butterflies--

--As they wither around me, antagonizing me, constantly reminding me of my misdeeds--

--Their faint whispers alone, brings the tears of Azoth to shed from my faceless mask--

--I allow the innocent to flutter away--

--As I depart from this world piece by piece as nothing but another puzzle shard of reality--

--Silence Be Mine--