The Abyss From Anna's Felt Pen

You should look closer at what you mean when you say,
"This language is pensive and irrational."

While cold dusk rises,
Lady Gluttony proves
that the deeds from the devil
are without collateral.

Understand we are what we mean to ourselves
Understand that prancing in shadows...

Builds lust in our minds
What does it take to please you?
I may be nothing in your eyes
but the secrecy from your ink will be revealed

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
She's coming (she's coming) she's coming for you.

She never runs and she never hides
She only writes what's in her minds
She barely talks, but I know her name
She's whispering...

She took a blade and carved it against her veins
Her arms became swollen and she watched how it dripped