It's not that big , it's really not that big.
Is it really ? Or are those pure white lies.
Why does it feel like a wave of serpentines want to explode from my throat ,
A void of dark cries.
I have taken down my guard ,
I'm Lucifer's colleague , he knows me well.
This music box I open every night is ringing in my ear,
I love it's symphony.
It's the dark , dark notes that wind me up like a toy car.
It makes me feel beautiful, the burn down my cheek.
Like the hell fires.
It's an ethereal sight to the blind eye.
Live in it, live for it.
You just saw an angel ,
I'll greet you with my 3rd eye.
I'll meet you with my presence , not my words.
The insomnia clawed onto me like your broken gold chain.
The shine , the shine , it's blinding.
But wait , it's the blade that shines like a sword.
It's beauty is alluring , mesmerizing like a crystal river.
I have a rendezvous with it , getting drunk on salty arsenic.
I wait and wait , staring into the sight before me.
Your eyes ,
I see nothing.
