I walk in fear
in daily light
To late to sacrifice
what I am,
what I've been.
What I've chosen to be.
This blackened ooz
will not leave,
No, I won't let it go!
This curse that hovers about me,
evocated no not likely.
I find devils more a fit,
sadly a role of slave have I claimed.
I wish to die
let it all go
No more pain
No more to go
Peace goes to the dead
we mortals wait in dread
My actions are my undoing.
