Does it know

 Does it know I have eyes of wrath
That i've made haunted swamps my bath
Lived with the ghosts in my blood land
Does it know that as it sits there staring

I'm not a simple soul or fellow
Not the kind of person
to just accept things face value
The strange one, the worst one

observing the quarry
from up in the pines wind is sorry
because something alive but empty sought
To hold me in the forest after the sun got caught

And by night, from then would never be seen
yet I was never taken it all looked into me
saw that ugly little truth it had hitherto avoided
My questions are many for I am the void

Does it know the evil is not the kind it greets
The goodness that prying devouring inquisitor
Solemnity lives in fires of the unwelcome visitor
Staring out the golemn ignored

words, my only weapons, my food my lore