Virgin Heart

Beyond the boundaries of those forged laughs , They were the descendants of Satan Hiding their insanity were their purple scarfs. Carving her feelings with pain as if it was a game of chess. Bewildered with her virgin heart Made her a dominant prey for their dark sorcerer Crushing her bones to dust. Smothering her trust was an accession to another fortress, They knew smiles were a symbol weakness But hers still had the strength of gems Crushing them would pleasure their inner sadism Excavating her soul to be deported in the daggered drum Sucking on her blood like it was the preserved ancient rum Cries of Cruelty were the pillars on which their kingdom flourished The destructive art of their devil still obscured Scattering their victims in blanket of delusion With slow ticks pulling them towards their burning demolition Dragging her self respect, empowered their integrity Soldering her figure to that explosive felt like the only necessity Starving her of the love her body desired She would serve as a souvenir their future generations admired The embellishments on her body have tarnished In influence of the rust of manipulation Now slacking like a chain was her devotion towards her heavan The letters addressed to the seraph were seemingly hidden She was the artistic beam of light in their dark den, So they had to clutch her shine away with their bare hands Now She glorifies sadness With smile being her weakness .