Text: Coma Lies. The Great Western Basin. Ravenous.

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.