seductive sorrow, easing me into its grip
here nothingness is appealing
to feel too strongly is a sin
blasphemy of the art, of not giving a fuck
gentle need, to please, gets me every time
expletives of the soul beg for release
my storm clouds are collecting inside me… brooding
moody vulerability, has shaken the stars in her mind
Vixen has taken her place
she will make you plead
with a vow, you will get no peace
evolving demons have grown with me
her orders are known among the ranks
protect my inner sanctity at all costs
it is a warning and a dare
to any would-be punishers
she is demoness, she can reap your mortality
grappling with fate
within the horde, my story is known
seeking refuge, I withdraw
to the place, I can release energy, without being provoked
