Severed shackles, flaring hazel eyes,
Cherry-red lips to color hearts with,
Black leather biker jackets to twirl in,
Hastily combed brunette locks to envy,
Chain necklaces dangling into tomorrow,
Driving at 180 mph, can you keep up?
Archenemies strangled to the netherworld.
Mascara stains to unveil on untouched papers,
Sipping from the bloodstained fountains of youth,
We're the rebels; we're rebels of this deathless sickness.
"Sweet but ******", "The Spectre", and "Down with the Sickness"... they're pure bliss. *dancing my heart out* Idk, this is the product of listening to corrosive heavy metal. Agh, I feel so alive. Not so sweet right now, amirite? *winks and falls while laughing hard*