That cigarette in your hands,
I hope it kills you quick...
Dreams
fluttering...
Was a mortal man meant to die?
Or live forever in the sky...
Look at you, sitting there, on the floor.
You're unwashed, and your clothes are filthy...
To little to late,
Your decisions true...
Across the moonlit snowy field,
I can see your winter breath...
The essence of a devil's spawn
marinated in scorching hell fire...
My Dear Heartbroken Victim,
Heartbreaker, thats what you call me...
The world we know as home that is full of peace,
has now been shattered and turned to grease...
There I was...Watching him.
His eyes fixed onto mines...
Upon the floor he lays in waste
A man who once was king...
In this world I see,
Anything can happen...