In my waxen world, time stands still. Forever frozen like flies trapped in amber. One perfect moment preserved, just ere the kill. Gruesome atrocities transfixed in horror's chamber.
Extrapolating from the abhorrent. We disinter a sordid truth. Heinously plundering death's depths. Like a bumbling violent sleuth. . Tearing through the layers of decay.
Strike my name from the book of life. Inscribed forever in the book of death. Destroyer, life taker, the end and the omega. Death walks behind you, waiting to find you to dismember.