My Satan Dies

My brother recently learned guitar and so I wrote a song for him.

This is where my angels lie,

awake.

This is where my soul is left to cry,

alone.

This is where all of Satan drops,

to die.

We are breathing carbon monoxide

and nothing we can do to start this cycle

will stop.

Breathing is so hard.

A part of a cryptic cycle that we have all become a part of.

What will it take to stop breaking into our hearts and completely

collapse our lungs.

Circle. Blink. Bright. Lights.

Cry. Lie. Awake. And die.

Angels. Soul. My Satan falls.

This is where my angels lie awake,

trying to stop the insomnia that reeks of old flesh

leaving my soul alone to do nothing but cry,

because this is where my Satan dies.

Author's Note

Just tell me what you think. I'm still new to the writing lyrics thing. Let me know what you think. I only appreciate honesty.