Spiraling into a hellish abyss
Of monsters, of demons, of love.
And above me, the sky is dimming.
Around me, my horrors are brimming over,
Over the walls and colors
Like an infection.
No clue which direction is meant for me,
But I suppose the confusion
Is all you believe in.
When Pluto's knocking at my door,
I see chance where you see
The harlots and witches spin tales of woe,
But I've never felt more at home.
There's agony brewing in brimstone
And tragedy waiting in
Every single last edge of my mind.
But whereas you hear the screaming and falter,
I brave the terror and climb.