The damage has been done. Listen to the cries of turmoil. As the day continues to rain. You can hear the vocal violence. . Silence the crowd. Words fall short of sound.
Now we are here, we are closer to absolute control. More than ever before. My growing desire to conquer the world. Increases over night. . This surge of poetic tyranny.
What happens, here stays here, right?. This is nothing but a miserable lesson learned. What we share together will not end up. Falling out of someone else's lips.
Her clothes were soaked with mildew. Ropes burned their way. Through her fragile thin wrists. I stood over her watching to see. . If she was going to live or die.
I tested your patience. Without you even knowing. So I continued to throw words. Around carelessly. . I knew how to get you off certain words. Evoked this beast from you.