Come come

by Stacey Martin   Jan 21, 2005


She wasn't the least bit skeptical of her death
death living in hell under the devils breath
Hail Mary holy mother of hell
bring your wrath down upon me
cast your evil spell
give in to your ways
make me lash out in terror
my bloody reflection in a mirror
searing pain, flashy flesh scheme
fighting my death just to stay sane
glory in my tears that fall
seduce me with the blood
down on my knees I crawl
blood, pain, and passion in a flood
I try my hardest to carry on lifeless
gaining control of my emotions
gaining and losing its all priceless
the god given gift is taken away
blood soaked clothes
here hells masters pray
carry on pathetic souls
the rain falls
sun dies
the wind chimes in and tolls
Heaven sent
the holy hell to master in the rain
the hells devil sent forth his angels
to bring and glory in the pain

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