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I sit her all alone

trapped in the dark

waiting for the ring of the phone

But the silence leaves it's Mark

the madness creeps in

like a shark circling prey

death flashes his razor sharp grin

will I even see another day

you swore you'd always have my back

but it was only to stick the knife in

Whenever I'm weak, you attack

you're the avatar of sin

your claws are stuck in my soul

dragging me to hell

I can't escape your control

but I knew all to well

you'd be the end of me

before it even began

I wish that I had ran

but instead I fell into your abyssal eyes

wanted to stay as long as I can

only to find it was all lies

Am I alive or am I dead?

Is there really even a difference?

in the end

too brittle to bend

too flexible to snap

I fell for your trap

quite the wicked spell

so I wish you well

knowing that one day you too will join me in hell