When the darkness spreads and the screaming penetrates even my dreams The seduction of empty space calls at me It’s attraction is undeniable My daydreaming naturally becoming more visual The flavour of death An ecstasy like no other My strongest and last ****** So many options but only one to be my sinful romance
Will it be: My tanned yellow appearance if I take too much The chalk outline if I take a nudge The rose stained bath if I dig a bit more My neck ornament when I hit the floor The gruesome distance a burst pipeline will go The sweating and shaking from a hypo Or simply a collision with a glare of light Or maybe the ground was never my right And I would prefer the pull from my lungs’ weight or the heat off my skin as it ablates
Or maybe you would prefer an accident Maybe that will help you cover your names Don’t worry I won’t leave a note I’ll let your guilt engross you And when it gets too much you can use your sorry excuses to help suit you You can blame my unstable personality My weak mental health My poverty of speech But at least you’ll think twice the next time you speak This will be my sweet everlasting revenge
However for now my battle isn’t over. I just refuse to be taken to the enemy side. I would rather stab myself with own spear than have my soul be tainted.
When It’s do or die, I feel electrified - Autumn Kings: Electrified