"All my life people have envied me, waiting for me to fail, unfortunately that wont happen. Prodigies are meant to be perfect."
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Inferno cage
Winds are warm, the skies are black,
I'm trapped in this vortex, with no way back,
My bones are on fire, my heart is ravaged,
You can't have my soul, you immortal savage
My brain is gone, my soul is lost
With the sound of screeching birds and bodies tossed
With the black hole sky, there's no chance for rain
I'm now one with fire, cause my body's numb with pain
Pain and I are as one, as my body overflow with rage
I'm now starting to get use to this adamant inferno cage
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