My Survival
by Gehenna· from Upon the Gravehill
It is my nature to hate the natural
It is in my instinct to hate myself
To erase everything that reminds me
Of these pathetic human bodies and shells
My pleasure is your torture
The eradication of your world
To spit in your face and savor the taste
Of running blood
My survival
For it's the kill which builds my strength
It's the kill for which I survive
It's the kill which feeds the flame
I will stand victorious as you die
For I will be the one
To bathe within your blood
And I will be the one
To crush your skull to dust
This is my survival