Long hair, black as night
Silhouette illuminated by cigarette smoke
A statue of pure rivalry
Between her wasted days
Hands caught between a fishers net
Red hot acid flowing through the blood
Turned ripe from the golden age
And bitter disdain
The poison spreads like smoke
Out of every dying breath
The world coated in her corruption
If death was a woman, have mercy on me
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
Long hair, black as night
Silhouette illuminated by cigarette smoke
A statue of pure rivalry
Between her wasted days
Hands caught between a fishers net
Red hot acid flowing through the blood
Turned ripe from the golden age
And bitter disdain
The poison spreads like smoke
Out of every dying breath
The world coated in her corruption
If death was a woman, have mercy on me
