Not actually 99 |
I am a plague upon this planet
Yet still I rescue them from pain...
Where have the spirits gone?
I held them in my hands...
Leaves flicker bright, dark
Wind whisks sparking sunlight through...
We used to dream of battles won
Now truths slump heavy on our tongues...
Winter's fingers shine with blood
The droplets frozen hard...
If you can't handle me at my best, you definitely can't handle me at my worst |