(no subject)
Think of the most beautiful thing you can
Image its demise
The sacrificial look
and its the glare from your eyes
Could you get over it
I know you wouldn’t care
Close your mind and let your heart remain bare
Was it your fault you sold the devil your soul
For a night of passion
Or are you happy
Because that’s just your fashion
Basking in your own sick demented glory
I know you and I know your story
Crack open some ones skull
Only reason why
Your life seemed so dull than you Took advantage
Of some ones life
For your excitement
Caught messing around with a bloody knife
Don’t worry no one will find out
But your world will burn with arsenic
And be strangled by the strongest beast
You lay down in your grave
What happened shouldn’t matter now
You’re the devil’s slave
( not sure if I'm making it into a song.. or leaving it as is .. )