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