The Monster is in the Mirror of Time

A Poem by astaroth

I can't believe you thought gore would make you sick
when you're the only one whos sick
craving to put a head on stick
you're ultimately deranged
purely full of rage
no longer afraid of pain
what are you anymore?
A mind-wrecked monster?
You want to brandish your claws and sink them into someone's throat
A crazed lunatic with a bloodlust always unquenched
And a mind so goddamn entrenched
In the reality that time must persist
I am the monster that lurks within
searching for victim to forcefully end
I want to fight with time, draw my sword and stab it in the eyes
tear it apart layer by layer
I don't care who, for death will disturb the perfect flow of time
it will never stop so I will forcefully make it stagger
Just sit tight while I swing my dagger
You have no choice but to die
Time requires that all must not be alive
As you talk to the mirror
You refer to you as I
I refer to I as you
You are the lost soul who seeks the cure
I am the insanity that rests at your core
If we have to die, what's another life?
All it proves is that we have power over time
Once you have decided it's time end someone's life
You yourself have inflicted the curse of time