My kiss engulfs the sun,
The stars have won,
Dripping milk, shining revenge.
Nothing is right and my words have been twisted,
Stretched upon the heart like before,
Blackness of destruction within the light of peace.
Nothing interlaced with the beating hearts of deceased.
Everything is perfect and the bell has yet to ring,
Tears are falling as death sings,
The melody poured from the cradle of solitude.
Everything based on her taste so bittersweet.
My kiss engulfs the sun,
The stars have won,
Dripping milk, shining revenge.
Whispers gliding through existence creative failure,
Tell me your secrets give me your mind,
The vixens seduced sedated locked into submission,
Whispers neatly prepared as planets fall from the sky.
Thunder sounds out as mercury’s screams become louder,
Masked by the shadows of a growing eclipes,
Distance cries heard as the worlds gather,
Thunder breaks the sky into pieces of fire.
My kiss engulfs the sun,
The stars have won,
Dripping milk, shining revenge.
