He came without a single sign or warning
He hit me at night and left by morning...
Knife is at the stake of hand ,
The blood will never spill tainted sand...
Embrass me in the veils of darkness,
Be the mother to wipe my tears...
I fall with every blood soaked emotion. Any sigh...
As i see him breathe each breath covers his face...
Angels of Dark
And angels of Light...
She stands there waiting with a knife ready
Behind her back, slowly fraying the ribbon...
Bizarre antics
twist and coil...
Stained vanity,
fingerprints whisper...
A hatred so great
Positive sentiment a debate...
The rich smell of blood and hot gun oil,
Like carbon ensuing from a rifle...
As I walk through the grey mist of night
I come across a bed of roses...
A shadow creeping through my home
Silhoutte of a familiar woman...