Eyes the stare from the darkness,
hands that reach and grab.
demons that scream and wail,
my shadows drag me down to hell.
my home of fire, my place of destruction.
my sanctuary and my happy place,
where i scream, where i run.
from the face that i love,
my choices have, landed me here,
my choices left me broken and alone.
now i die here because of her love.
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