Living a life on guided mode.
We walked in the cold air, breath-condensing rain on the pane of glass…
Awaiting this feeling to pass, yet it lasts, lingers on, pains my sane past…
Guided by demonic powers, devours my every mind train, I cower…
Led into a shower of shadows, living a life among wilted flowers…
…Possessed by Lucifer in his own, I embrace a demon as my own, deaths clone…
The sweet scent of blood-ridden cologne congregates to create the feeling of alone.
I indulge deeper into malice, red-eyed whiskey fills my chalice of memories callas.
His presence is felt, even if not to the eyes directly in view, yet in mind…
Binds, my contract with evil, led to the other side of dark skies, I rise…
To another level blind, he controls my every move, shook from my physical form…
I form, evolve into a man with a guardian angel-torn-I’m worn- so he’s born…
Son of Lucifer guiding me until my entire entity is no more, thorn in my core…
Heart broke; hope lost, eternal life is promised to me, so I promise to last…
The smoke carronades my dances with the devil as I begin to uncontrollably laugh.
…I lay my eyes on him, eyes of sin…
…Deaths door I’m welcomed in…
…Prince of the dammed men…
…Leader of the condemned…
…So my unholy thoughts…
…for war I send…
Registered in my brain, insanity fallen angel in my path, the audience clap…
As the mist falls on my map, I loose my way as they began to laugh, at last…
…My next step, it’s clear in sight and view, so I view a different side of you.
A new dimension seen by few, so instead of fighting you… I collaborate…
With the dark lords I meditate, as my bloody tears begin to levitate… the weight…
Of pain has been lifted from my brain, I came to adapt to a brand new road…
Living a life on a guided mode.
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Originally Posted by Technique
