Your knees are weak, your mouth is dry. Before you think, escapes a cry.
Burning pleasure, I am surcease, eternal treasure, eternal release.
Your body sags, your mind drags. Death you can defy but not I.
I am power, I am greed, I am tears, upon you I feed.
Action, movement, numbing pain. Battle release, emotional drain.
Sign, sigils, announce my return. I have the power, I'll make you burn.
You cannot fight, you cannot change, I am eternal, my actions pre-arranged.
Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 07-09-99).]