Dungeons of a Conscience

Here lies the only opening to hell A lovely rapture For any person hoping to live and tell When even the lord himself Turns his shoulder and looks away The curse of man To never again see a passing day The world is only a reflection of your doom In our weary eyes, failure looms Here lies the only opening to hell A lovely rapture For any person hoping to live and tell Floating naked devils The obstacles I come to find upon my return Currently digging my way to a forsaken level Reflecting on past transgressions It’s become a field of flawed confessions I remember a child Whom once looked to captivate the world Fallen short he realized he was but a colorful mutt Finding comfort in a reality that all doors were shut Here lies the only opening to hell A lovely rapture For any person hoping to live and tell