Coma Lies. The Great Western Basin. Ravenous. Zeneszám

It started out as necessity, for my own survival to feed my starving body.
It was eat or die, and with every mouthful I felt myself gain strength.
Unrivaled.
This new sensation becomes more than addiction, it is my soul purpose.
I know that now I'm on the path to immortality,
or at least as close as man can ever get.
As I consume men who doubt and question my gift,
their essence floods my bones, their last breath fills my lungs.
I touched the face of perfection through devouring the imperfect.
I touched the face of perfection and have transcended my own mortality.