I've spent many a night
In a sort of weird conception
Under the wicked wing
Of some what would be angel.
With my only eye stuck on the
Lover of satan and witches brew.

I couldn't remember the rest
Of what I was going say.

I felt a sigh come over
Like a knife in my back
I stuck it out for two more weeks
and then spun out of control.

Oh what a little devil she was!

Her ice eyes set my soul afire
Completely, like a liar
Formed from a chimera
In your self made heaven.

Like soldiers in a row,
Sold like ducks on a pond.

A sly gesture at what would be all mine
In the sure ticking time to come.