Black Ice
In the center of your chest there is a beat
that has the power to make everyone retreat
for the center piece is your heart
made of black ice
pumping slush through your veins
with calculated precision you reign
with well timed fits you collect sympathy
when you yourself are about apathy
that was the main line now here is the switch
you remind me of the devil's girls
the ones called witch
you line your tools in a row
and with cruel intent justice you bestow
for one defiant behaviour
will sour your food and ruin its flavor
and for revenge
that sweet taste
you will savour
you have no remorse at all
and laugh most dilligently at my fall
but a wind of change can be seen in the distant
and don't think I won't return the favor for one instant
for my day will come and so will my will
and the day will be mine to claim
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