Ahead

If i could fall into a pit of roted souls
what would i become in desperate attempts to fall from grace
my dearest pain I've surrendered more than what you ever expected
my hated foe
don't fall apart in my closure to your demise
demise ahead
ahead of life
to grow insane to live underground
until your hair is pulled out
and your bald head bleeding
from sins untouched by inhuman hands
the voice within you lies ahead
so now you die
but before you kill without consent or remorse
my dearest be for now
your control is far beyond my reach