Feeling the weight on the back
Whispers cause you to change direction
Then left towards the gallows
Mind in ruins looking for perfection
Hands raised to the skies
But the feet tied to the floor
Without having wings to fly
And no keys to open the door
The eyes that don’t close
And they only see disgrace
The rotten smell infests your noose
And death takes place
The last divine flame
Makes your soul burn
Feeling fear and shame
Without being able to save or return
Screaming to deaf people
Discredited in the human race
Maybe without a second chance
To see the demon’s face
Dry mouth and cold
Weak vision slows
Try the way out
In the dark maze of souls