Immaculate Fatality - Rest for the Wicked

A watery grave – on this night I claim my own.
Left here in this forsaken realm, my sanity has gone.
At the bottom of this bottle there's no message left to read.
Yet no weaker is its siren's call – it beckons unto me.

Left in my darkest hour, without a companion,
These thoughts of dark infect my mind.
Waking from tortured sleep into my blackest of nightmares,
Regret still burning in my spine.
Looking back on what I had the loss seems far too great to bear.
The pain, it clouds my sight.

The fiend that lurks inside, over the years has grown so strong,
Now it takes full control.
My sickened mind, further compelled,
Towards these acts so dark they'd make one born of evil fucking cry.

An evil grin, in this moment lights my face.
Tangled in this blackest sin, my mind flees this dark place.
A violent drone I've become, losing my own free will.
I know not how I've been possessed – my only instinct now to KILL!