Legacy of A Demon and A Gypsy Queen

There is something wrong with him
In his mind roams demons
Even in his darkest of dreams
Have some kind of evil meaning

Dreams of death
He can no longer mask it
Visioning himself lying silent and still
In a black and gold tinted casket

Born from the semen
Of a deadly demon
Combined with the heart of a gypsy queen
Nothing never was and still never is
As innocent as it seems

Knowing life was going to change
Never staying the same
Wondering who was and still is to blame
A picture of three short of a loving frame

Then again thinking of the past
How could the purity last?
When she was a w***e
Looking for her next score

Then he was always screaming
Sick of the taking
His goal was about mind freeing
Apparently the dead roses had meaning

So here the child stands
Left with a twisted legacy
Waiting for his moment
To be turned into a forgotten tragedy

By Basey © 2011