If I am tortured longer than originally planned,
Hell has surely taken over.
The demons are released to destroy every particle
That may be coursing through my veins
And my skin is pale from lack of light
As though that is what shakes awake the color of my cheeks each day.
If I am tortured longer than originally planned,
If the devil dances amongst my shoulders,
Fear not, for I will surely defy my fate
And plunge into oblivion.
Fear not, for death will save me for the very first
--and last--
time.