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to the dagger around my neck
and my black painted nails
has to..the love fails
to create me into what I'm meant to be
save me or else i spend eternity
in the one place i call home
not the place where i was raised or grown
the loan of my soul to the darkness and cold
both heart and spirit forever fold
into the shape of a knife
who slice my wrists to make me bleed
sacrifice to the demon breed
hanging from the ceilings the forbidden angels dark chants
make me wonder if my spirit has a chance
competing with the devil the creator of my life
wish for me to reach it the peaceful forever light
is it even possible?
should i even try?
or will i continue to let my heart beg and cry
for the love that is so lost and no where to be found?
have i made it certain that i am hell bound?
so many questions no an answer for one
but there is one thing i know is certain...
i am the demons son
error of the terror that strike the innocent
think Envy dear where will your eternity be spent?