Steer clear of malice;
To speak of arrows tipped in actuality and respond justly toward malignity.
Lest I fall under the gaze of malice becoming putrid within.

Heavenly Father above.
You paved the way to a damaged youth yet,
Almost commonplace to allow surrogate protectors,
Crawl inside my flesh only to be spat back out once again.

I realise I am not but the woman I thought myself to be;
Only an interchangeable piece in the mechanism.

A piece in the mechanism,
Intertwined between countless souls on the way of my path.

By Lana

I knew you

and you knew me

Our messages told stories

of us taking over the galaxy

King of the streets yet oh so sweet
He'd bring the devil to his knees,
A heart that skips to the beat of his surroundings
A mind that could bring into existence,
A kaleidoscope; deduction beyond comprehension
Ideation beyond reason
He, is a diamond in the rough
He, is but an idea of his own creation
A light in a darkness
A hope in my soul