As the thick mist inside subsides, he looks around
Finally regained a form of sense
Still bound
Hanging on with a crumbled defence

Tilting his head towards the heavens, he proclaims his disdain.
Wretched beings, break your silence
Acknowledge this pain
Stripped of all humanity, he stands in defiance

Carefully carrying this grief and sorrow
The end is where he wishes to begin
Deleted any perspective for tomorrow
Inviting his demons back to reside within

A flood of dark and putrid aura seizes his mind
Now the beings once again feast
As they mould and sculpt to get this prey refined
His petrified heart shall never again be released

Among those who stand on the edge, he now takes root
The crushing presence of the nether, home sweet home
The screams and whispers and everything they constitute
Home is where he’ll always roam