Blood pounding in your chest
You heart races but slowly stops to rest.
3 am is the Devil’s hour
Lying on your pillow is a beautiful blood flower.
Come easy, not fast
Because if you do, you will not last.
He comes with his little “angels”
Don’t leave your mind in tangles.
They chase you in your dreams
Or so it seems.
Pinch yourself, make sure it’s not real
Because if it is, He hopes you’ve had enough to eat at your last meal.
On your way to Hell’s fires
Don’t encourage the sires.
They’ll feast on your darkest fear
So let’s hope they are not near.
The clock is ticking, child...
Fight for your soul.