Final Hours

You think I am so innocent and sweet

That I will allow you to harm those in which I love

But  make your empty promises you washed up whore

Because you and that pussy you call your new beginning

Stand not a chance in this arena with me

I will make your suffering phenomenal

While I dance in your scarlet screams

I will laugh while you plead for even a shred of my fucking mercy

But I will grant you no relief because your deceit shall be your everlasting defeat

And as you feel death crawl up to your ear

Remember the warning I gave you before you let your mouth overload your ass

And that little gun you carried was no match for my arsenal

The final hours of your fatal mistake











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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