Here I lye,
Waiting to die.
But where do I go,
When I'm a repented ho.
Do I go to hell's gate,
Or I might be going to heaven at this rate.
Never had it been this hard,
When I hold the winning card.
Most never get to pick,
Heaven is not what makes me tic.
I will be in distress,
When I'm satan's mistress.
What good have I done,
To those I've undone.
Soon there will be a flood,
Made by a river of my blood.
Heaven's self-ritcheous angels,
Holding onto the thread of my heart that dangles.
When the spider has bitten,
The lost and lonely kitten.
When the dark has me bound,
I can't be found.
The calls of the raven,
Reach the mind in which I've made haven.
When the light makes me drunk,
As your heart gets ripped up by the chunk.
Demons have barred their claws,
As hellhounds play with my heart between their paws.
The goals I set have been razzed,
Because I am deemed crazed.
For all souls that are depraved,
I rest in my grave.