In the perfect place,
Nothing would crumble with the falls.
All I would see was the perfect sculpture of his face.
The demons would be gone and he could have me all.
But twisted hell is where we live-guarded by the demons of our past.
All we have is to sell our souls to leave forever-
To be together at last.
Sounds so simple but our souls were gone.
Destroyed wickedly by the lurking demons haunting us.
Together in this twisted hell we had a bond,
Filled with dangers full of lust.
Broken down still holding on..
Letting the demons in we were lost.
Saying goodbye one more time;
No longer was there a past.
