A Masked Creator of Virulent Vipers

We are controlled by what we create A vexing tool from a creator?-- I found my death-note in a bottle Then, silently stabbed at Caligula's sea Obscurity has founded me All night, we danced with Death and all their friends We reserved our table: Misfortune and I To crawl, ever-lovingly into self-destruction What fevered, feckless filth are we: A brood of virulent vipers-- With cordial smiles masking our true nature We stumble, backwards, into our very own traps Volition is dead to us Indulgent indifference will lead to our violent destruction I have the mindset of 1, 000 fools-- And, I deserve this...