Never the less you'll never see The secrets of life that keep for me. Never the less you always do scuffly scorning my days and views. May it be my vengeance is swift, sharper then knifes and better then wit. Lifes come in all shapes and sizes but nothings better its all one sided.

Be it your strong I think your not, be it your lies I know your plot. Come face me now you impeccable fool cause no one knows how to truly duel. I come from the shadows Iv seen your pain, and from me you have but nothing to gain. Nothing to loose as I step forward, your shaking now but times not over. I know of the wickedest of ways and clearly you'll never see more days. Your scared you say? I laugh as I know your ways. Mr strong Mr be it not? You never even noticed to see my plot! Be it humans are small minded I got help from other sided . You looked but you could never see the damage was done what you did to me. You all laughed in all your wickedest of ways and destroyed young innocence in less then a day. But in the end who could be the victor it was alas this Sinister sister. For from the shadows they came offering to play a game. And who was I to turn them away. For no one could hear the crys I wept but demons and there Sinister bet. Come with us and you'll be free, Free from all this sanity. Leave this world you know behind. We can take you far beyond the other side. Let humanity die and take there place and you will have your own realm just without the pearly gates. Be our queen be are mother be are lover take no other. Your soul will not be touched for you where the one that came from dust. Dust and ash where all was dead She rose upon to take there bet. For where humanity was all one sided she became loved from the other sided. Be it there dead I know there wrong be it there lies Ill show them all. Whispers of anger can still be wept but Sinister sister still took the bet.


Written By: Taylor Nichole Hewitt

Now everything is then: the black and white and scuffly soundtrack of it all, showcased between the rich curtains
The smiles, are they real? And all these people, do they feel? They dance and drink and their dreams are in their very hands
Still, the sad violin reality cascades on the scene, wrecking the chandelier beauty of it, leaving a single glass behind, with only a few drops left

-cj