The Era of the Bitches...

The colour of wood,
Usurped dreams,
The drift of evil and good,
The ability to foresee...

You see, I'm not evil,
I'm just a blend,
Who lives by her will,
Who has a lost cause to mend...

Golden attire,
An deception of intelligence,
Draped in fire,
Living in the illusion of a dreams presence...

I'll dally if I may,
I am driven by a fantasy,
Trying to possess you by my seductive ways,
Like you've possessed me by ecstasy...

To dance to sound,
To embrace the vibration,
To usurp the crown,
To celebrate my creation...

Although this vessel is an enormous sphere,
There are only a few who cherish what they've got,
There are only a few who acknowledge fear,
There are only a few who believe they do not rot.

As you live in your little shell,
A microscopic shell on the shores of this mighty sea,
I believe glory is where you shall dwell,
But what about me?

As I live in my dazed island,
In a quest to see light,
This is time where the cacophonic surrender to the silent,
May the shell and island unite!

The era has begun,
The aftermath ain't a fair game,
The bitches have come,
They shall seduce your vain...