Stygiophobia takes over. How can my heart beat without a pulse? Veins turn black, as I watch my skin dissolve in front of me. I don't breathe this air, as my word is corrupt. I am forever alive, I hold my hand to my eyes. I keep the angels since. Thinking of a world where I exist. Burn me into you, and feel that my anger is gone. I'm not real, I was never born. It's not me. I've watched you choke on me. You left me unbalanced. You've come back to claim me.