"Does not the Apocorea grasp me?
Then what is that voice,
Which hath erased my glee?
That utter truth which must be studied for ages after ages after ages,
Lest its ideals elude the sages?

Why must it's malice burn?
Who's jagged ice churn?
What torrent rages in my heart?
Where did my mind begin to fall apart?

Why does my heart gnaw?
Who chilled my blood?
What slacken'd my pulse?
Where is the sunlight which bathed my face?

The more questions I solve,
The more questions I find.
I dwell on, but my mangled body only becomes more twisted
My breath, more violent, my mind, more mangled.

I cannot go on,
Yet I cannot cease.
The flesh of my arm, gone,
Yet my mind still lacks peace.

Be not deaf, and hear me!
There is more to be said!

I study so I may slay my betrayers,
Of whom I called friends, now fiends.
Every drop of torment through my labor,
It will be poured on them to savor.

I will be drunk on energy.
I will harness the sealed.
I will control all matter.
I will reverse the Clockworks.
I will remove your logic.
I will draw blood from all.

I will erase you.

~Apocorean Reaper"