zodiacflower
05-17-2006, 06:28 PM
The sky's perimeter I scale
Your hands to the crucifix I shall nail
Between your eyes my dart shall blow
Through your veins the poisons flow
Over the plains of your mind suspicions drift
Onto your forked tongue they quickly sift
The reaper's coming soon to claim your soul
And place your rotting organs in a bowl
You needn't be so kind as to think of me
I'm already stomping on your pride in glee
Your hands to the crucifix I shall nail
Between your eyes my dart shall blow
Through your veins the poisons flow
Over the plains of your mind suspicions drift
Onto your forked tongue they quickly sift
The reaper's coming soon to claim your soul
And place your rotting organs in a bowl
You needn't be so kind as to think of me
I'm already stomping on your pride in glee