Dark is the grove and deep, and overhead Hang stars like roots of dawn In vain, though not since they existed sown was bred Anything more luminous. Being permanently impacted by the society Wondering how exquisite my life was when it was disheveled but now I seek silence as that brings equilibrium to my soul of artic Walking up the precipice wanting to look down despite the best of heights Letting the aura take me by ambush over what anguishes within me and my panorama Escape from cowardice yet being placed on a pedestal Decided to take my vitality into my writings No control over my future but hope ignites within me The clamors of wolves and the spurt of blood from humans Skins being veered around into pieces Litter of blood jars up into the insolences of vampire "Hmmm indeed the scent of blood seems to be delectable, the flesh torn from the heart to the intestine appears to be entertaining to be beaten into," said Ray to the mystical creature I was there hovered on the edge Looking toward the scene Ray "What are you looking at sweety, do you enjoy what we did to the humans in your domain" I was a sergeant of serpent indeed shall imprison the toxic into the flesh of my enemies Why would it be delusional just flesh ain't it She carved her way as a serpent will do Taking the gestures of the male like it was her slave Ray asked do you hate men so much that you are willing to burn them Well she said My love Ray you know how I love to see them crave for me How dangerous that they are about to lose their insanity And being deadly obsessed with me like their air depends on one Sunny as the sky but the sun is the deemed of them all Pleasure the atmosphere with the stars but I will shun it down Wicked as comes to its tale Would be ready for what she is beheld to Serpent of Sirens doesn't want a good boy maybe she is craving the idea of a man-eater So it said, she would love to be pleased and impressed by their fingers on her leather flesh Rampage within her soul, nights of burned sweat, sweet yet riled love Being an exorcism was the vision of the end