Nothing to gain, devils reign


Nothing to gain but the lost of my soul, I want such passion that I feel it will be my down fall.

I can’t cry know more for it, what I am now, it’s plague is like the devils fire, feeled with burning sweet water that redness my eyes, chains that carry you from one reign to the next, as you ask no question, seeking no lies in return for your silence,

The mistress of my own dark world is what holds me here, an its all in the name of desire, that beds me each and every night, like the blanket of a man that holds me steady in my dark hours,

I walk in circles for my direction is lost, everything I see seems to be the same, every turn I make, I fall back to this, questions, that brings me no answer, an this is my life of the devils reign,

What wicked thoughts dwell in me, what windows I dare to peep through, for it may reveal what I choose not to see, in the haunt for passion, I surrender my soul to this,

Enter peace does not know me, does not ask my name, for it is ashamed of my quest for what is not meant to be, so I suffer alone, gain, and gain I piece back the pieces of me, my soul says to me you have nothing to gain, for your mirror is of what will not be,
And the images of black covers my mirror, for the walk I take is mine alone,

Shadow of of bridge that is yet not crossed is my inner peace, and the love of me is my answer,