Morta

I am from the place where morning never comes,
Where nightmares are devised,
Where blood flows like rivers
Where the sun never shines.

I am the last breath before you suffocate,
The razor scathing the surface.
The hand grenade without a pin.

I'll show you how to suffer,
To beg,
To plead for your entire being.

I'll show you how to deteriorate
With my sickening smirk,
And my sweet kiss from hell.

My demons riot within me,
To be free just once more,
I know that they'll win

To suffice my darkest desire,
The yearning with everything inside me,
To see what's inside of you.