battle in outcast
By: Gabriella kill
she’s warm as a devil
and stings like a bee
can’t get her out tomorrow
but only the life of god has her held down
with no reception on the phone
I am stuck in the out cast alone
as black and blue it is
I am running to find safety
I am dyeing for thirst to survive
she’s chasing my with the chains of death
she’s catching up to me with the chains of horror
I swing as she throws them at me
depending my pride I am the only one around
She the witch of blood I defeat her with only 2 hands and a sword of wisdom
I walk away prideful
not worrying anymore
My outcast is mine again
(2015)
a imaginative thought I got by listening to a song.
