It Whispers

You want the truth? Ha. Let me carve it in,
Like a twisted fucking blade through your skin.
You hide from the dark, but I am the night,
The devil’s got a grin, and it’s razor-tight.

You think you’re clean, you think you’re pure?
Lies, every fucking breath, you’re a walking blur.
Fools in the light, pretending you shine,
But you’re as dead as a god with a broken spine.

I’ll tear through the surface, expose the rot,
You don’t even know what you've already forgot.
Your prayers are nothing, your halos are fake,
A smothered scream in a heart that can’t wake.

So let me ask you: What’s the taste of the lie?
Is it sweet like honey, or does it burn when you die?
You walk on the edge, but don’t look below,
The abyss is a lover, and it’s begging you slow.

The truth is a monster, crawling through bone,
And the light is just shadows, pretending to glow.
You sell your soul like it’s nothing to lose,
But what’s a soul when it’s already abused?

I see you cower, I see you squirm,
Pretending to shine, but you’re covered in worms.
You think your mask is enough to survive?
The truth’s in your veins, it’s what keeps you alive.

I’ll speak it again, because you need to know:
The truth's not a blessing, it’s a fucking blow.
And you’re the carcass it feeds upon,
A vessel of pain from dusk to dawn.

So take your light, stick it up your ass,
The darkness is coming, and it’s built to last.
The truth will crack you, break every bone,
And in the end, you’ll die alone.

So answer me now: what are you scared to see?
The truth’s a mirror, and it’s looking at me.
No light will save you, no prayer, no charm,
Just the gnashing of teeth as you come to harm.

So here’s the riddle: what’s dark as the night?
It’s the thing that’ll swallow you whole, and it’s right in your sight.

Pitched ratters