Am walking up those stairs
The stairs that are always there
They whind and twist
With an errie, silvery mist
That sometimes leaves me staring
They pulse in anticapating
In knowing and
In waiting
For the decaying of my heart's beating
Knowing in full that its vines keep on
Seeping into my soul's very being
This feeling of doubt
Of unsurity
Gives a feeling of certinty
That I'm doom to this path for eternity
Until the fateful day
When the steps will crumble away
Falling
Falling
Falling
Into the darkness Satan has made for me
 
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