Bubbling Boiling , deep inside.
Waiting praying, to see the light.
Whispered nightmares, a tale within.
One bloodied mess, one last sin.
There’s only one way, to kill that cretin.
Death of it’s master, one way to be beaten.
Let it out, or make them pay.
A sacrifice surely, one i’ll not make.
For we like this realm, Him and I.
So I let him control, my rotted insides.
There’s only one note, I must recall.
I’m that daemon, Which hate’s it all.
He’s my king, as I for Him.
“One bloodied mess, our very last sin”
I have five more days. If I don’t complete the blood oath by then, i’ll lose everything. My wrists are going to get some new tattoos I hope.
I’ll see her then, in five days time. The destroyer of my world, death itself. If I can keep my cool, then perhaps we’ll all walk out alive.
If I don’t at least slice myself up before , i’ll be sure to make a mistake again. Perhaps i’ll even cry. No, I need this.
I need her, to see. What I have become. The unending , undying pain she’s caused me.
We want this, Him and I.