Where hell will be paid

Out comes truths about the time where hell will be paid.
Drippin from the souls dyin need of fillin its emptyin cave.
In the end as nothins left but words cuttin the abused.
Rage in form where luv has no purpose lightin the fuse.
Eyes changed in a devilish way that two has been lost.
Havin no meanin in the torture breakin silences cause.
Pain reflects time without communication comin undone.
Pulse triggers blows burstin in the veins frustrated grunt.
Crucial conversation loud enough to wake the dead.
With no way to retract what has a slip of the tongue said.
Opposite sides facin down what could never be seen.
Hidden to comfort a lastin emotion worth the dream.
Outside twisted realism conflicts with reasons name.
On the line is put the break fallin suspect to the game.
Never to remain as once was so very joyous to live.
Freinds fade in the moment with yet so much more to give.

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