Pulse

"Each and every single one of us... is pure art.
We're all pictures - painted by our lives.
We're all statues - shaped from the past.
That is, what people say.
But, what they do not say is - we're all broken.
Broken by our birthrights."

The grey sky above me blackens and blackens
Obliterated by abstract forms, impossible to differ clouds from fog
The atmosphere's crumbling, knowing any sec could be our last.

In place, gather
Today we're all the same, we're all just broken statues
Today we're all just fugitives with different stories, with different memories
Pushing difference, pushing burden aside, for the first time and the last time
Tonight.
Succumb to nothing, to no one, never regret.

Never regret.
Succumb to no one.

My blood is boiling, my veins are pulsing and still feel empty
As I blink, I see pictures scorched in my inside eyelids
Pictures of creatures devouring raw flesh and rotten bodies.
I don't know what is going on...
...I knew we were broken, but by now I see that it has gone too far
In the blinking darkness lies our future.

Succumb to no one
....it doesn't seem right anymore...
Succumb to nothing
...how can I still go on with all this mess inside...
Never regret.
...this is my breaking point.

I(n place) lose my mind (gather)
We can't continue life like - this (just broken statues) - will remain
Help, someone, I think I'm succumbing to -
---   DIFFERENT STORIES, DIFFERENT MEMORIES ---
Why don't you fucking hear me, I believe my will's crumbling -
--- PUSH ASIDE ---
Extract what this mess is (BROKEN), pictures scorched in my inside eyelids
My blood is boiling, my body's pulsing and caving in to my true form, I am ---

Time and people both stand still. People's faces turned towards the sky, time's face turned towards eternity. In the grey and the noise, a creature ruptures through the indefinable mass of clouds and fog. It is a silhouette, shaped only by the dreadfulst fantasies of its spectators.

Some may see a dragonish existence, while others may identify an entity being them introduced as Cthulhu, Reaper, or something unimaginable else. The creature traverses the landscape, completely covered by human beings. As it thrones on a major formation of rock and bones, it howls vexatiously, beckoning its victims.

The bulk lethargical starts to move towards the being, which they now start to honor and venerate as their new God. Minds deformed with the sheer presence of the creature, people now bow down - awaiting the glorious, promised mercy of the new leader.

--- GENOCIDE ---
Trembling and shaking as I lacerate all life in front of me. (Blood spills)
Body by body, existences end. I'm strinking with merciless cruelty, (hand of God)
Fist of Satan, hate of the world, I am its revenge, finally...

...my mind clears.
Watching the annihilation that I've caused, knowing the damage I've done
In my purest and truest form, with one last spark of hate, I attempt to end me ---