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Author: -Karma-Coded-DNA-
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Poetry - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-24-07 - Updated: 12-24-07 - Complete - id:2454267

Yes please, please come in

Welcome to my own personal hell

Take a seat, have a drink

Feel around for my sins

Taste my failures in your mouth

See all of my short-comings

Hear my silent pleas

Smell the stench of my boiling blood

You have entered the lowest circle of hell

Not even the demons wander around down here

Not even the king himself dare enter

Feel my failures on your flesh

Taste my short-comings, just like ash

See my silent pleas, watch me cry

Hear my blood boiling

Smell my sins

Scream for your own freedom

But you have brought yourself here

You've stepped into my world

Feel my short-comings all around you

Taste my silent pleas in your throat

See my blood boiling

Hear my sins play on your ears

Smell my failures

Cry out, go ahead, god wont hear you

He has no mercy for those who fall this far

He does not hear for he does not exist

Feel my silent pleas, grieve with me

Taste my boiling blood, metallic as it may be

See my sins in action

Hear my failures

Smell my short-comings

You are sucked in so deep

You are a demon of my own kind

Mixing the pain with a shot of whiskey

Feel my blood boiling in your hands

Taste my sins

See my failures

Hear my short comings

Smell my silent pleas

Your sprit, body, and mind all die away

So than what is left of you

Just to...

Feel my sins, act with me

Taste my failures

See my short comings

Hear my silent pleas

Smell my blood boiling



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