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Now it's my time, can you see as my eyes darken? It's my time to live as you fall deeper into sin's chest. You stand, undefined while burning in the depths of all pulling down.  You're hellish pupils and wicked palms forever grasp disturbance.  Voodoo is your game and death is your life. I lie awake watching you get high, wondering if you'll ever come down. Come down to sane. Come down to me. But you refuse to face the appearance of truth. Shrewd you'll be vanquished by your own kind.  The beast lies you down in sheets of sheer skeptic. The thin walls of your soul shrivel up in cynical cancer and your shrieks for pain echoes throughout the halls of feeble hearts. And you lie there. You lie in coals of anger. Your mind confused by nature. As I lie awake watching you rot, staring at you, I can now see the devil you have become. You push me down knowing I'm too weak to help myself back up and your laughter pins me face down. Lustrous beauty paints your skin black and iniquity dances upon your shoulders. My eyelids become heavy as I take another hit. Never did I want to be here again; watching the hands on the clock bend. You fall back on my chest; the room becoming an immense smudge of whirling colors.  Both dazed by existence, we fall. Serenity is at war with your soul. There's nothing you can do and now you're paralyzed by quarrel. Your skin becomes frail and your lips turn numb. Each kiss pierces my tongue like the poisonous vines of ivy. You're naked with nothing to cover you but shame and your clothes are stained by the pity you sweat. You cry for help as your secrets begin to unravel... I smile at your struggle. You look at me with eyes of reverence, hoping I will save you from your own despair. Tunneling further into confusion your bones ache with hunger for mercy. Your realm has been razed by your own swine and your arrogance decays to ashes and stains the floor. You choke on your demon play. And I laugh. I laugh at your foolishness. I laugh at your helpless soul, watching it being shredded by blades of remorse. One last time for you; before your thoughts become confound. One last kiss to you; before you're buried in the ground. You feed me your screams and struggle; and now I can breathe. Your hair singes in the hellish fire ablaze below; and now I can live. So now it's my time. Can you see as my eyes darken?