These shaking hands are firmly clenched
you fear I will go astray?-
leave you to miseries and hells
but its what we all deserve-
Pour black ink in your eyes
and see luscious like me
our blood falls like rain
our skin is scorched-
drink the poison of your mistakes
it will show you well.
so point that clawed finger at me
tell me I'm damned
these black rings I wear-
soaked with melancholy lust
-look in the waters to see your reflection
but there is nothing
Bring me to my knees
bloodied and hollow
thinking you have your victory
because I am down
but you are deceived-
you cannot beat
what you have flawlessly pieced yourself
so- when I slit your throat
it will rain
Go burn where all is nothing and voices echo
for I have my scars and fills of evil
but yours never end
Remember all this when I say-
I believe we've reached our end
time to paint the sky
with blood
- my note to the devil
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
My Only Language is Words
Diversos"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose