They call me the Angel of the Pit,
Abbadon, the Bringer of the Dark.
About myself are few stories writ,
My true form no mortal can hark.

In this black abyss of pain I lie,
Torturing sinners left and right.
This hell is eternal, these sinners
Shall't die, here in this absence of light.

My domain, this pit, has no end,
Yet it is full of sinners whose flesh I
Must rend. Mankind's doom echoes off
The walls, and yet to this hell more and
More crawl.

With this abundance of souls I can't
Complain; It keeps a Demon busy!
But the sheer evil of man, well, it
Sometimes makes me dizzy!

Hell Hounds teeth gnash their flesh,
I erase their recollections' to keep the
Pain fresh. For their Crimes they must
Atone, it'd be a shame for me to be all
Alone.

And I'll wait for Your soul here, in my
Pit that has no bottom, for the evil of
Your society damns you, pity that you
dwell in a modern *****.

For those I cherish I die in glory.
Surely I'll perish, but it will be quite a story.

So come bring on all that you've got,
I'll not move from this spot

I'll fight and I'll bleed and my anger
You'll see.
You can be **** sure that when I die,
I'm Taking You with me

Paradise
What a lovely place it must be
No War, No Hate, Peace as far as the eye can see
If only a piece of Paradise I could steal
If only Paradise were real

Look into the Dark
What do you see?

A Reflection?
A Monster?
"No, just me."

You gaze into the Abyss
And it gazes into you
It eyes hard to miss
And its intentions impossible to
Construe

Slip off the edge

Into the clear water

All by himself

No One gets hurts

The water's clear

And it's deep

The water's cold

He's not innocent

Don't feel bad

This is what he wants

To sink

Let him sink

Let him drown

I want to sleep

I can feel her slipping away, oh how I wish she would have stayed. This is the price I must pay, if I only wouldn't have been such a coward that day.

Oh I love her, this I now know, it's a crying shame that this realization came so slow. Now she's off with him in a different flow, and oh how that fact has laid me so low.

I'd say that indescion was my greatest flaw, I can confidently Say that I've broken no laws. Now this shame is my shawl, inside me this sickness crawls.

She humbled my pride, tore down my walls, now my conscious tans my hide, and from my throne of arrogance I fall.

Sometimes I ask myself "what if" but inside I know it be no different.  Inside me something shifts, if only I hadn't been so distant.

I wonder where it all went wrong, or that maybe it was meant to end like this all along.

To her I was a peasent, to me, she was divine. Although our relationship wasn't always pleasant, I'd give anything for just a little more time.

And now here I stand on the edge if this wall, like an Icarus posed to take a great fall. And all for the want of a mate, it really is a shame that people only care when it is far, far to late.