Some Paths Should Remain Hidden

drip drip down the drain
thoughts making me hate my brain
mirrors of fate on every wall
not looking I head down the hall

one door to my right
this is not my fucking night
a black door with a silver handle
in my hand appears a candle

I can only assume is it going to be dark
truly hoping I don't bare the mark
going through door the candle burning bright
now I wear a cloak made out of smite

knowing the hell walk is much deserved
I am still a tad bit reserved
this is my fate
I knew the date

this is not a shock
I come from a different flock
caped in sin heading down a path of guilt
nothing lives everything wilts

the smell is one never to be forgotten
its the smell of the dead and everything rotten
blackest visions of a life I never lived
visions of a cursed little kid

movies running through my mind
not one thing it showed me was kind
everything the ugliest you ever could imagine
now I am in my grandpas cabin

the smell of dead deer is whats in the air
I feel the evil dirty old mans stare
running now because I fear him the most
I know I am the demon Kyweu's host

the walk is one I don't wish on anyone
this is a place that does not have a sun
this is a place that consumes the weak
this is the place that only the insane would seek

bloodlines tie me into this game
everyone tied to me goes through the same
I know what awaits me in the end
this is the walk of the condemned