The smoke becomes pretentious, its hideous. It states the notion that words and failures are no more. The creatures motives are obvious. Despite the slaughter, each breaths more vibrant than the last. Im content here because I know Deaths a dignitary and I will not meet him in bed.
The horses strain like inmates. Theyre terrified, and with good reason. For tonight were solely skin and gore. Now fangs are pistols and Im in line. But d*** it, I will stack them in piles until Im called.
They come and lick my neck but with a serpents tongue, but this pail villain is just a means and end. Your porcelin pierces my fragile skin, is my taste divine? Savor this my wine. I wont just wait for sickles to seize.
This black horseman descends to his purpose. At last language holds its meaning here, opaque words become clear.
Typewriter keys become our words, and shot of rifles. The rhythms monumental once more, because these adjectives are more than romantic. Come, down some bourbon one more time so we cant feel the ending.
Drink up! My circulations harsh. I wont just wait
The horses strain like inmates. Theyre terrified, and with good reason. For tonight were solely skin and gore. Now fangs are pistols and Im in line. But d*** it, I will stack them in piles until Im called.
They come and lick my neck but with a serpents tongue, but this pail villain is just a means and end. Your porcelin pierces my fragile skin, is my taste divine? Savor this my wine. I wont just wait for sickles to seize.
This black horseman descends to his purpose. At last language holds its meaning here, opaque words become clear.
Typewriter keys become our words, and shot of rifles. The rhythms monumental once more, because these adjectives are more than romantic. Come, down some bourbon one more time so we cant feel the ending.
Drink up! My circulations harsh. I wont just wait