Grim Van Doom - Crimson

while my defunct limbs force me to cringe for days a rusted metallic taste prevails daydreaming of blood as thick and shiny as oil through sinew and bone a spasmic interval sparks turmoil thin skin unveils this apparatus inhumane thoughts as my nature is my curse my biggest fright is common day the act of man I observed for centuries it's like a ticket for free like I won in the lottery I embrace the thought that each man is a gift to them so I help where I can, yes, I help where I can what I embrace I hurt the king of death awaits my desire their tragedy the crimson king of death awaits an endless abyss