Silver-tongued dragon
so conniving, so coy...
As blood runs down my arm,
As tears run down my face...
Voices they are, not more or less.
They feed on weakness and desperation...
Sleeping she awakes
To silence all around...
There are your Nerds,Losers, Geeks
your Jocks,Cocks,Preps...
You feel failed
unloved...
Every door,
Leads to another...
The drums are beating for the Gods to war.
Zeus throws his mighty weapon...
The dead of night.
A lonely chord...
I once was a angel,
Around 1-13...
Have you ever had that feeling,
Inside you...
The clock of darkness rings, announcing another...
What is wrong with her...