Of course I knew.
I knew this moment
was nothing but a dream
hidden behind my closed eyes.
Perfection
is always a sweet lie.
And reality...
a blade sharper
than any nightmare.
When I chose to stay by the Devil’s side,
I chose the end.
But instead of tears,
I embraced the fire.
And there I stayed,
quiet in the depths of Hell,
waiting for the fatal moment...
when Hell would awaken,
and unleash its hounds.
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illusions
Poetry"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
