DAMMIT! What happened to my old ABAB thinking self? That was so much easier to read! Yet another abstract... sort of...



From high to low
It won't let go
This crushing force
RELENTLESS

Crushes all
Both large and small
Both left forever
BREATHLESS

The hammer swings
The fire burns
The forge of Hell is calling
Say three words
And send me there
Because I can't stop falling

And down the wasted halls of Death
I tumble
Scrape and fumble
Till I find myself in the burning pit...

A beastly eye turns its gaze upon me
It offers me redemption in damnation
It appeals to my atavistic human nature
It places me on the great Anvil of the Damned
It lifts the Maul of the Malefic
And speaks
as the blows

rain

down

Through heat and pressure be remade
Turn your love into a blade
And with it, see her heart is flayed
Transform the Angel to a Shade

You know it deep down, far within
She'd do the same to you, my friend
Do this not and in the end
She'll send your ashes to the wind



I awake in the light once again
I see her eyes
Her soul in them
I know what she wants me to say

But I cannot speak those three little words.
Not today.

The deal is broken
The hammer is falling
The grindstone has begun to roll
But I cannot lie to her
I cannot hurt her
Not even to save my broken soul

I care not.
I want the pain.
I want the sorrow.
I want the shame.
I want the torture.
I want the flame.
I want my heart to be made lame.

At least then I will feel again...

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