A/N This is just... something. I don't even know why I'm still trying to explain my writing process to you guys. Let's just say that it's weird, and mostly inspired by music and random thoughts. Enjoy! :) ~Sammy
To close the gates of Hell, one must...
Cure a demon.
Cure that Hell-made monster.
Rescue that not-damned soul.
Close the gates faster.
Kill that hound of sulphur.
Bathe in its blood, so black.
These trials will cleanse me.
Give me the purity I lack.
It was Hell-fire that took our lives away.
It was Hell-serving demons that lied.
It was Hell-deals that ruined you.
It was Hell-planned that my family died.
In demons eyes- black and red, yellow and white.
Brimstone flames are igniting.
Tainted blood, I once desired.
It's my very nature that we're fighting.
I always hated Hell, and once, I loved it.
I was Hell's boy-king-to-be.
I was the vessel of the Prince of Darkness.
So the closing of Hell, it falls to me.
I can hear the angels crying, the demons cursing.
I can see the fear in your eyes, overwhelming.
And just like the apocalypse I started.
My end of days are coming.
I'm not bulletproof, the light's a bit too far.
I'm crashing, I'm the weight you're carrying.
So when I'm done, and the world is safe.
That's the first and last day that, together, we'll be laughing.
To close the gates of hell, one must...
Cure a demon.
Rescue that not-damned soul.
Kill that hound of sulphur.
These trials will cleanse me.
And I am the martyred hero.
A/N I just... uhm. I'm sorry for the feels. Review? ~Sammy