Dark Mind
In the darkness
My eyes could only see the blood scattered on the floor
I only imagined the day...when I slit her throat
I was put on trial and charged with first degree murder
The people and news media questioned my motives
But I knew that I was insane
As I watched from my prison cell,
slowly dying from old age,
I had no visitors to come see me
and I thought, Why should I care?
For I love no one and no one loves me
My vision fading away,
I closed my eyes and embraced Death at my door
For I knew I would not sing with the angels
For I knew I will burn for the rest of my eternal life,
alongside with my fellow demons and the Devil
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