Tipped

Tipped over the edge I pull back the veil that frames your face and reveal all of your secrets that hid within your eyes. Now the demons who have been long searching for you come to take your ungodly soul and you scream at the horror of it all. The sorrow and grief you face is none compared to the pain that you have put me through. So I stare with a face devoid of emotion as you are dragged into the darkest depths of hell. When the demons come for me I do not resist but simply take there hands and slowly descend into the depths of madness. In that dark hole I lay chained with a smile finally free of the burden of your twisted love. So as the devils wipe my back I can't help but grin at the lack of pain that those lashes cause. I whistle a cheery tune that echoes throughout the domains of hell. And there I lay for eternity whistling the song of Hell's Requiem.