IRC-Galleria

Drop dead creaters
Falling from the sky
Coming into your eyes
Killing you with one shot of colour
Drowning you with it's wings
Cutting your brains into pieces
Sucking your veins dry with no sense of reality
Your soul escaping the truth
That You're dying, because of a creature of the sky
Those wings cutting your mind
Hunting the mindless soldiers of your veins
Catching white little fuckers, they were dead
And your falling fingers telling you:
"LEPER LEPER ARE YOU"
"LEPER"
"LEPER IS YOU"
"DIE UNTIL IT'S TOO LATE"
"THE LEPER IS YOU"
Soon you'll be with the creatures of the sky.