Lucas' Poetry...You Know You Love It.
IN THE DARK
Alone in the dark
Not far from hell
They're calling me back
I hear their yells
Calling me, calling me
To end this life
I see Death
Coming with his scythe
The voices won't win
Can't win I say
Fighting them for hours
It's the only way
I hold the barrel
Up to my head
A pull of the trigger
And I will be dead
Will people mourn?
The voices say no
So I pull the trigger
And let it all go
The daemons, the daemons
Clawing at my skin
Oh yes, oh yes
This is the end
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