Shouting with no mouth

[Sovereign]

I walk in fear
in daily light

To late to sacrifice
what I am,
what I've been.
What I've chosen to be.

This blackened ooz
will not leave,
No, I won't let it go!


This curse that hovers about me,
evocated no not likely.

I find devils more a fit,
sadly a role of slave have I claimed.

I wish to die
let it all go
No more pain
No more to go

Peace goes to the dead
we mortals wait in dread
My actions are my undoing.