Darker Than Death

by ambika   Jul 27, 2005


I have chosen the path that I want to follow.
I live, breathe for the danger and blackness.
Lucifer's child will rise again.
The child of destruction and malevolence.

A burning sensation.
A murderous revelation.
Give unto this Fallen Angel
Who quenches my thirst for the crimson cure.

My world revolves around him.
He brings me pleasurable torture.
I have given my soul to him.
With my body and my mind.

A dangerous sensation.
A violent revelation.
Give unto this Fallen Angel.
Who feeds my craving for the Dark.

I need him more than death.
He is my every breath.
His black heart beats in tune with mine.
As our love for Darkness intertwines.

A heart made of onyx
Burning with Hell's Fire
Devoured by its power.
That remains Darker Than Death.

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