Death is here
No need to fear...
Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...
The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
My conscious
Is clean siblings...
Flowers cover the grounds
From red to purple...
Would it be justice
to declare...
Never let the demon |
I could say I was hurt, but it wouldn't be true. However this knife in my back reminds me of you. |
I lay seeped in darkness, yet I still reach for the stars. |