Eluding End

Should we continue, fighting on through—
to what end, what prize beyond the shadows?
A finale found in the depths of fear,
a memory of the past that stings and sears,
embedding its pain like a brand,
a whisper that refuses to die.

The demon within, oh, it tears us apart,
dancing through our battles, igniting the dark.
Touching, scorching, lessons unlearned,
a cycle of torment where passions burn.

Laugh, my friends—yes, laugh, if you can,
for this is the way we chose to stand.
Promises made, now fuel the flame—
ignite thy spirit, play this wicked game.

The demon within, it never sleeps,
tearing at the edges, it endlessly creeps.
Dancing through the fray with a smile so sly,
touching, scorching, luck gone awry.

In the heat of our fruitless battles,
a voice cries out,
screaming in the agony of passion,
descending to a wailful moan
that echoes through the corridors of night.

The demon spawn, a fetish born—
a lust for war, a craving forlorn.
Kiss the viper, taste its poison sweet,
for every battle won is a self-defeat.

Love thy lust for war, embrace the fray,
for the dance of pain is the price we pay.
Tell your tales of victories hollow,
but know this path is one none should follow.

To follow you is to follow through—
into the shadows where pleasure consumes.
Though to our death we march in line,
drawn to your pleasure dome, where darkness shines.

For what is an ending, but another start?
A circle of fire that scorches the heart.
The demon within will forever demand,
laughing as we grasp with bloodied hands.

So fight on, my friends, though the end is near,
for we are bound to this journey by fear.
Kiss the viper, embrace the flame—
in the shadows, we dance, playing this endless game.