Mar 21, 2005 21:36
The Devil may cry his tears for me
Numb to all but the pain I see
Ruined here is where I lie
Far below a darkened sky
In my mind no thoughts will pass
As into the Devil's arms they're cast
There is no comfort in Heaven or Hell
That can fill this empty well
I do not ask for Heaven's grace
To quinch these tears upon my face
There is no place in either land
That will take my hand
And so alone I'll dwell
A fate far worse than those of Hell
Even the Devil will cry for me
But the Angels refuse to see
But if I die before I wake
I pray the Devil my soul to take