On the edge, I feel a gust of wind splinter
It chills me like an icy hug from Old Man Winter
I see my target now
And to the Gods of frost, I begin a bow
He is my nemesis, a slimy thief
He stole her heart and left me a receipt of grief
She holds his arm, crystal love in her eyes
Beholding this sight, righteous rage starts to fly
I bound towards them, a hateful beast
My hunger for revenge awaiting its feast
I nudge her aside, unwilling for her harm
I look into my enemy’s mind, seeing the oceans of hollow charm
Unto him, I will unleash my pain
The need for catharsis has driven me insane
My love barely manages to scream, “Darling, please!...”
I severed his throat like swiftest breeze
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
On the edge, I feel a gust of wind splinter
It chills me like an icy hug from Old Man Winter
I see my target now
And to the Gods of frost, I begin a bow
He is my nemesis, a slimy thief
He stole her heart and left me a receipt of grief
She holds his arm, crystal love in her eyes
Beholding this sight, righteous rage starts to fly
I bound towards them, a hateful beast
My hunger for revenge awaiting its feast
I nudge her aside, unwilling for her harm
I look into my enemy’s mind, seeing the oceans of hollow charm
Unto him, I will unleash my pain
The need for catharsis has driven me insane
My love barely manages to scream, “Darling, please!...”
I severed his throat like swiftest breeze
