Enveloped by Sin

When darkness fades

Into black

And terror becomes

The new reality.

Enveloped by

The wings of night

By a demon

So fair

He could be

An angel.

Tricks are

Unable to be

Sensed

Day after day.

They want you

Thinking

There is no escape.

But there is.

Or is there?

What I'm telling you is the truth.

What is the truth?

Can you even trust me?