Your demons are not mine. But I do not mind.
Your triumphs are not mine. I do not mind.
Even the caustic rope that hangs your tormented mind.
These I have no ownership over.
But I will not stand idly as demons burn and scar your skin
I will not let your name go under rubble
I refuse to let you live a hangman's life.
I don't mind.

If you are to put me in the ground you must **** me
If you are to **** me, you must do it in one hit.
Because if you fail...

My demons dance on barbed wire
My sorrows sing in mellow harmony
My bones rattle to the dance of the necromancy.
My bones dance the macrabe waltz

And there I saw it, the sky fell with burning cinders.
My mind almost speechless
"Oh ****"