| (I pledge alligence to the hands of death, a wicked whisper swirling through lips of bone.) Demons are near, the combat for another year bidding its time, one less life line to feed fuel for the fire. My desire, bleed you dry watch you cry to feel you die inside brings a sparkle to my eyes. Lust filled dreams bring confusion around so I may see ones end, this end is for the final midnight feeding frenzy, a lost puzzle of blood thirsty prospects. Pledgeing alligence to death, a wicked wine, black blood seems divine, Preaching agony through this step by step of a serpents tongue. |
