Their watchful eyes gleaming in the dark
Black feathers, dark creeping orbs
Feeding on carrions long deceased
They seem to foreshadow
What I am dreading
With bated breath I wait
As I stand to be judged
For my sins, my crimes
In the eyes of the one I love
Vulnerable and helpless
Its a death sentence
A part of me will soon
cease to exist
Mourn I will
For what could never be
Castles in the skies
Comes crashing down
As I am jerked back to reality
All roads leads to this
Unless a demon appear at this crossroad
Then I would willingly have traded my soul
My heart, every single part of me
For the slightest chance that you could be mine
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