I am the poison in your vein
Try to say no but its in vain
Shut the pain, feels so fine
Fry your brain till you are mine

Of all lost souls, I am the mother
Sing my lullaby made of powder
Tho I may seem like a monster
I am just a gentle reaper

I take all those you reject
At least death will show them some respect...

By: Fallen Angel




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