⃝⛦ | 𝕳⛤𝖕𝖊 | 𝕹⛤ | 𝕸⛤𝖗𝖊 .

Alright what's the issue, Not much just warring in my head. I wonder what it feels like to be fully dead, Does it even hurt, besides my weeping soul inside. Hellfire is hot okay right But then why do I need to convince myself That things can be alright again I am The Devil I'm in My own Den I'm tired of gasping for breath My soul is powerful, I'm lethal indeed I'm a one man army but the problem is simple I'm a threat to myself and it's become alarming Almost dead every other week, I suppose it's Death I seek. These demons give Me so much power, But I hate them so I make them cower, Suddenly eventually, Someday soon I sense near me, A bullet or 6 going right through me, I feel hoepless I feel them as they crawl and creep I'm the Devil I'm the Monster I'm the very essence of Annihilation I am My own worst enemy. What good is being the ultimate torturer When Myself is the one I fear? How many pills how many cuts Would it take to end this powerful vampiric life? My head spins round and round Wanna fall all the way down For fuck's sake burning (burning well in Hell) Sounds somewhat swell Six-Hundred-Sixty-Six million Two Thirds of Me craves to be the Satan Six-Hundred-Sixty-Six million Two Thirds of Me craves even more hate yeah Six-Hundred-Sixty-Six million Two Thirds of Me craves a bullet in everybody's broken brain.