Taunting Light of Hell


I might be the devil herself
And these may be my demons
Born from hatred, pain and filth

Yes we are darkness
but you forget

where there is darkness
there once also was light and there is still

Our light is just a little different from yours
Yours shines bright and restless and pure

Ours is broken
Like a shattered lightbulb
Now all that is left is the broken glass
Splinters around our hearts
Reminding us
of what used to be.