Vessel Of Torment

I am the vessel of torment...

I feed off your pain...

I have visions of emptiness,

you have inside. I feel what you cannot.

It tears me apart...

I care not of my own exsistance...

My empathy is for you.

I give what you cannot.

Devoid of sorrow,pain, and love...

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