Visions has testified her weakness
Shadows were following by her steps
Hoax was watching who got skips
Beyond her corpse there was a smell
Cracking wheeping gate to hell
She tried to run away bumping in trees
But her moon was watching for her keys
Her tears were frozen ice as crystal
But dark visions were to be judgmental
But eyes were to be extracted her mental
She chose to go beyond her coffin
Where her steps were her fate
Hoax went silent while she is puffin
Entities that meant to visit the gate
Dripping snow drew their trace
While her corpse was hers to chase
Where shadows led her to the base
Her corpse was waiting for the maze
Where she can claim all her denial
Where she bloom alive her inner cruelty
Where shadows would lean to her mile
Where she gets her corpse of brutality
Love is a fake fact to be proven real
It is a burden for her desires to seal
She walks in silence for her demonic meal
Hence she can claim her sentence as my corpse
Hoax would say is it mine or hers for real
But her corpse was awaiting the chase
Where lights would go dark in her base
Where shadows would wipe away her trace
Where hoax were to close their doubt case
Where frozen tears had a melt of embrace
Where sound got her louder pitch to amaze
Where visions got blind beyond her blaze
Where her steps glorified her bloody vulture
Where her voice was calling for it's wait
Where her corpse got her unidentified culture
Where her demons followed her fate
she got beyond her corpse in her bate
She got beyond her corpse too late
She got beyond her corpse await.
