Words of Wisdom
Dying is acceptable,
Against a cold, unwelcoming wall
Red flows in trails, running from the beautiful green vain
Knave you were, and yet I seek your punishment
Come to me, I am open wide
Or run away, you fear like an orgasm of evil excitement
Nothing can make me run from the dark now
Trapt as I am, I fel nothing
Even as I see you standing there, I watch you shake
Must this be so pleasureable to me, honestly
Press your hand down on my throat, and I'll amile at you
This will surely scare you, you see me as an evil tormentor
Merely a soul is what I am, but stronger than you
Empting me, my dark red blood flows on
Now you are running, left me with my grin
Tomorrow is nothing, as tonight I am content.