--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--