If the whole world hasn't felt it...the shaking earth beneath our feet.
If there is someone out there who hasn't seen it, fire dragons lightening up the air. I know how it feels to be chewed up and spat out, Yea, I know how it feels to have a knife logged into the heart, ripping through everything that was of me.

I've walked with the living dead...and slowly I'm going under. Blue skies turned grey by the sound of your name, the sound of bells, sweet songs to carry me to the grave...because I love the trauma and how my heart breaks.

I wish I could go back to the day I was pure, before I opened the door and invite you In as you feast on my soul. I was so happy, surrounded by the solitude of light... and there you were in the shadows waiting for me to close my eyes as you snatched my purity and had me embedded without putting up a fight.

When did my heart became so cold...I remember when I use to cry...now I just sat there and think of brutal ways of how to inflict pain because forever the savages shall reign, tonight I've decided that I will be going under...just to show you hell, and from that, strength I will gain.

S.B