Egovore

Oh, to be turned into a canvas
That the Self can paint upon
And to be loved to death by fire
And fevers that strangle the sun
Oh, I have seen my virginal image
In visions imposed through will
And I have bludgeoned that inert baby
And poisoned all that lay still

"I hold the keys to the portals of 10
Where open wounds meet their end
Yet, I am no leader, parent nor friend
Until you become me
I am Egovore"

Oh, to be placed upon an altar
At the fervent core of the soul
And to give in to impulsive desires
And still be in total control
Oh, I will howl with the zest of a bastard
To conceive the rise of my fall
And though my voice will be buried in ruins
Through the ages you'll hear my call

"I will bring death to the child in your heart
That is my purpose, such is my art
Yes, you will languish and be torn apart
Let go and adore me
I am Egovore"

Drown in scalding soil
Ascend in constant toil
Ride the emptiness
Kings fall at my behest

Savage lovers I behold
Open wide, but still untold
Underneath a hungry glare
Lies a cherub, unaware

And as this petal is plucked
And as the essence is sucked
I'll wield this unearthed blade