I am Deadsorrow

Between here and there, there is a alternate universe. A place I often drift. Where the land is burnt and sky is scorched and the river's run of blood. Broken bones of those before crunch beneath my feet, the smell of death fills the air. Mountains of rotten decaying flesh stand tall all across this land.
As the wind blows it carries whispering screams of pain and suffering to fill my ears of all those that came searching for forgiveness and redemption.
All they found was pleasure in pain or just pain whatever they desired.
I search not for neither, for I know I'll never get it, for I am Deadsorrow the walking in body ment of death.