RandomPoems

At the end I knock to Helldoor

And you let me in your darkness

And the door that close behind me

It shuts out our masks and fakeness

 

And I look into your eyes

And you look back into mine

For we've never shown our faces

Though we fought and fought through ages

 

Now I see through your disguise

And you see what I've become

Empty dark shells filled with lies

Black graves calling both of us