Ill tempered she spews a trail of scorching flames
Dancing upon my flesh to the bittersweet tune of revenge
Streaks of treacherous agony hinder the walls of my arteries
Rupturing my veins with ghastly lullabies of a tasteless quality
A screeching echo of necrosis reverberates off my bones
Searing through the various networks of my cerebellum
Eating away at every layer of tissue with fierce vehemence
Bashing against my skull in a series of catastrophic head quakes
Until my ears cry waterfalls of scarlet tragedies from my eardrums
No level of mercy could shun the wages of sin that my body has partaken
The icy, cold kiss of the razor, sharp teeth piercing my neck belonged to
None other than the mysterious, velvet dragon herself wanting nothing more
Than to humiliate and slay me with a passion so lethal it could crack hearts
What I did to become a helpless victim to this horrendous act of ignorance
I have but not one clue but I accept my death with great bravery and honor
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 4:41 AM UTC
Ill tempered she spews a trail of scorching flames
Dancing upon my flesh to the bittersweet tune of revenge
Streaks of treacherous agony hinder the walls of my arteries
Rupturing my veins with ghastly lullabies of a tasteless quality
A screeching echo of necrosis reverberates off my bones
Searing through the various networks of my cerebellum
Eating away at every layer of tissue with fierce vehemence
Bashing against my skull in a series of catastrophic head quakes
Until my ears cry waterfalls of scarlet tragedies from my eardrums
No level of mercy could shun the wages of sin that my body has partaken
The icy, cold kiss of the razor, sharp teeth piercing my neck belonged to
None other than the mysterious, velvet dragon herself wanting nothing more
Than to humiliate and slay me with a passion so lethal it could crack hearts
What I did to become a helpless victim to this horrendous act of ignorance
I have but not one clue but I accept my death with great bravery and honor
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