Smoke fills the room in the form of hell-bound pleasure.
Tension's relieved into a breeze from a fissure.
If any one thing in my life is certain, it's a thick smog of hope, hanging like an iron curtain.
Don't try to fake sarcasm,
It's in every shallow breath you take.
Possessed with painful mind spasms,
You fail in your mission of death.
Your own beautiful mistake.
Thoughts flood the spirit,
Energy fills the mind.
The sickness?
Go ahead.
Cure it. In it: Your sanity you will find.
I take the last breath of the day,
And watch everything fade to grey.
The darkness circles like vultures.
It attacks my senses like 10,000 soldiers.
My last bit of consciousness,
Dissapears into a wisp.
The sleeplessness cracks fear into my heart like a whip.
I exhale and let my demons free.
Tonight I shall pity not thee.
