Here is the deceit and candour the darkness without hope, her image of love headsman of her own dignity burn in eternal suffering buried in the maze of an unlimited pain ravish in an underground shell of perversion. Awaiting her time to kill a silent scream dwells inside until her thirst is quenched until her grief has drawn while you are dying, look straight into her eyes here are breath and blood Hopeless to reach the core of this sadden and quieten. But everything is written under thousands years of existence tears to pain pain to anger anger to hate until her thirst is quenched until her grief has drawn while you are dying look straight into her eyes Draggle as much as she can in this black age Draggle to prove herself she won't be scared anymore. Scared anymore.