Genre:- Dark, Demons
I now know the thrills…
I now know the meaning..
Of a weak will..
But the resistance has lost..
The weak will subdued by a farce..
A promise that was made..
No its not good,
It was fake..
I see myself in the mirror everytime..
Little by little getting lost…
In this self inflicted crime..
But where is the salvation, that i seek..
Where is the preacher,
That preached the promised land..
15 min. Of heaven and than..
Another day..
Of getting tormented in hell..
When this cycle will stop, You ask..
I don’t know..
But till then I hope to live..
So I can slit this demon throat..
While holding him by his wrist..
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