She stands, but falls.
Slipping on sightless bloody eyes.
Haunting her with their sinister glares.
Taunting her with visions only she will see.
Images that will only drive away her sanity,
shattering her heart, touching her soul.
Atop bodiless eyes she will search for her path.
Learn peace within the comfort of Hell's grasp.
Their piercing look guides her,
driving her onward on broken knees.
She hears their haunting sounds echo.
Blessing their deathlike comfort, in terror.
Silently onward for all her eternity.
For she has never seen heaven's gates open.
Only the bars made of dead innocents, keeping it locked.
God's humble laughter, rattling their undead souls.
What has she wished for? To be granted such loving terror.
See behind those eyes, hollow and undead hues.
The path we all will stumble on.
Shattering the last few pieces of our tainted humanity.
Let the sound of nerves and popping eyes, echo.
Waking you from your sleep, and know!
You are her, that stands then falls.
On sightless bloody eyes.
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