The Due

I used to believe in your pain…that you knew what true emotion felt like in every way but the betrayal brewing in your irises has shown me there is no hope for you any longer. So run through the cleansing water and I guarantee that sin still sticks to your tainted translucent skin. So quick to judge and so cruel, now your own demons will be your end.I still remember the night you took that frigid red ax blade and brutally mutilated me ..the scent of my own pool of blood seeping upon soiled ground.You want comfort and you want freedom yet you trapped us here in this eternal prison.Our tortured souls shall follow you until you perish in equal agony. Frightened are you? You carved out our eyes yet we still see…you used scissors to rid of us our tongues yet we still whisper in your mind …and our hearts still beat against the moss covered deadened trees you nailed them to…WE ARE CALLING OUT TO YOU…MURDERER …MONSTER…TIME TO COLLECT THE DEVILS DUE..its your turn …to burn



About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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