• This plan I have falls flat with weakness.
    Looking back on my life and its bleekness.
    This Facades of false blades and mockerys of might.
    May just be the reason that Im in this damn fight.
    Trying and crying with the fake crystel tears.
    Watching you live all my greatest and darkest of fears.
    Drawing your name like a child in the dirt.
    Wile on one knows excalty how badly I am hurt.
    Watching, Wondering if you come off your seat.
    Stay back now girl as I blow out this beat.
    Dieing and flying on glass wings of trust.
    Waiting and holding off that buring dark lust.
    Cry out my name in hopes to hold the back the beast.
    Not knowing your the very next corse in my feast.
    The angles and demons they quake in my sight.
    Casue Im the one whos bringing this fight.
    Stand back now more as I talk in this ryme.
    Twisting and bending just to pass your time.
    Bowing and looking with such awe and respect.
    Knowing that truley I am the best.
    Face me on winds breathed from the steel.
    Cry even more so I know you can feel.
    Stomping and marching this rythmic repreive.
    See now that Im done Im truley relived.