The Demon of Truth speaks of redemption.
The Angel of Death speaks with seduction.
The need to put an end to one's own pain,
Like filth washing away in the cold rain.
The panic set in deep ocean eyes.
Yet, you can't stop believing in your lies.
The horrid truth you have set a side,
Leaves an exquisite hollow feeling deep inside.
Your heart seems so empty now.
So very vacant, you don’t understand how.
Pull the trigger, a light so bright: it blinds.
A final memory of death, forever frozen in time…
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