Monday, April 20, 2015

Awer

Darkness shall rise at the end of the day
No light unturned to the dust or decay
Slithering dusk which once is my prey
Then i lit fire to light up my own way

A king forgot the thing to say
The queen killed on a small rough play
While prince and princess decide to stay
Until the sky all turns gray

Pinky inky toes of my enemies
One with mud puddle and also my piss
A killing like a singing same on the piece
Thats my buddy i do like to tease