Atop the black asphalt bodies lay mangled,
Their limbs are intertwined, entangled;
My fist clench in my fury,
The wicked winds tell me to hurry.
Your deception leaves a nasty smell,
My wicked laugh will follow you into hell;
They said I sold my soul to the devil,
But they have not been brought down to my level.
Ripped apart from the very depths of my soul,
It was my life that they had stole;
A tirade of anger has been played,
To myself I have not strayed.
Into the tangled web he wove,
It is no longer myself I loath;
Memories had vs. memories made,
Is why we have now played.
Crimson red now covers the ground,
Drowning out all colors and sounds;
The stench of deception lay heavy in the air,
As the site of the bodies held my stare.
Sin lay in the hands of mine,
As they have time after time;
Sanity now became only a passing thought,
As now I have come to see what it is I sought.
Tortured by horrors I have committed,
It was my I fault I will admit it;
Letting the beast within me feed,
Now I have committed this evil deed.
Into the black abyss I have fallen,
The Devil is screamin for me I hear him calling;
Once again I grin at the smell of decaying flesh,
And I smile as I look at my beautiful mess.
