A darkness rapped upon my door
I felt compelled to let her in
For to her grace I owe my soul
This taunting, hateful, bitter thing
I had no choice, for what she asked
It was foretold I would oblige
She spat into my face, and laughed
She shrieked and playful shriek and cried
"You are mine! You are mine!"
T'was then that I did taste regret
For the day I fell upon my knees
To beg the darkness, out of my need
I begged the darkness, begged her, 'Please!"
And she did give, what I required
Upon receiving, what she desired
What's done is done, bags rung my eyes
As I heard her squeal, for the millionth time
"You are mine! You are mine!"
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