The world is such a lonely place, the paths are dark and cold.

It can strip you of your soul or it can make you whole.

Handle what you hold in life, for nights we spend alone.

When tears could make your eyes explode and noone even knows.

Theres a world inside the mind, deep within the heart.

Where the dark decrepid things, poke and prod the heart.

Left alone with tears to fall, chasing after sleep.

Demons beat you till you bleed and angels trip your feet.

The pain thats shed a thousand tears,and leaves you feeling weak.

The world alive behind the eyes, the birthing of deciet.

Theres no pain like angel eyes, with such decietful smiles.

Morals thrown into the trash, and laughter for disguise.

Selfish beasts,

are we mental whores?

Or do we dance inside the blood of simple pleasure whores?

Who is who they really are?

Not a secret hidden.

Good and Evil pleasure things, whose to know whose kidding.