What are we supposed to do?
Lying in a pool of blood,
Arms tied behind our backs
Bound with a single
Kiss
Touch
Thought
The devil bids our time
Death has taken over
Tucking us in
Covers above our heads
suffocation
Paranoia
Fear
Lost in our own
Psychopathic minds
Yearning for a realization
That we are not dreaming
Insane without knowing it
Dying without cause
Fears lying in
Lust
Temptation
Death
The devil has us bound to her
And there’s no such thing
As escape in Hell.