What darkness does yonder mind enslave
Is is the conscience or is it your crime
Whatever it may be, let it be
For it shall be the result of your Divine
So you can just receive his prize
And take it with all the more desire
So much you will simply die
Or maybe even better; escape into Oblivion
How can this be you would ask
It is only a matter of precious time
Before you will too experience the evil
That lurks within our hears just waiting
To be found and let loose upon your
Innocence, something that will be destroyed
In the inpending doom that awaits you
As you thrust my scissor blade in my heart
Who knows; you may be saved
By something unseen by eyes so deep
In the nick of time we call eternal sleep