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The Devil's Grimoire
Reality set in, I was with the 8th wonder; days are limited of happiness
I confronted something inside; backed to a corner; which was sadness
Have no room for it; but no control; when it comes to, this kind of madness
I can only imagine how horrible it will be to live through this; hopelessness
My will be strong, for no honor would be found in giving into this weakness
Everyone has to learn to live without their best form of a lifetime's governess
There's no twelve steps, past this afflictions kind of relentlessness
But within my age, I will never be consumed by despair such as this
For I have found and burned the devils grimoire; in no form does it deserve to exist
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Anonomus Scorpio
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