Take me back

Do you know what the end is?

Have you been there?

Have you been...

Beyond it?

I pray for the end

Trudging through the snow

Through the ashes of this world

Often I have dreams

Dreams of men who fall

Laying in mangled bloody heaps on the ground

Contorted

You can see their final painful gasps

The terror in their open eyes

I have dreams of things

Things that follow me

Walking

Stumbling after me

Strange, broken things

With long, wet, matted black hair

With inhuman faces

And footsteps of blood and water.

I dreamt last night

That I was the monster

I broke and battered

Brutalized

Ruined their bodies

With my own hands

I recoiled at the sight

Though I continued

As though it were my job

Is it, my devil?

My own, personal devil?

G-d why did you make me?

G-d why did you create me...

If only to suffer

What is my purpose here?

I can't do this anymore

Please tell me

Is the end near?

I just want to go home.