THE GRUNGE OF SLIME
Feeling down and low, in this rusty world of pomp and show
The sound of melody has left my side and I don’t know why?
I can’t feel the sweetness of love and the touch of your soul
Perhaps, I have been stung by the Devil’s Death fly.
Everywhere I go, I feel the grunge of slime
Maybe because I am frozen in time
The evil is consuming me like a prey
And I wonder whether I will ever see the day
The grunge of Slime surrounds everything everywhere
I have no damn clue how to get away from here
Flesh and Bones is all that I see around me
Without any soul and no desire to be free
I look up at the dark sky, hoping for a glimpse of light
Wishing for the Pegasus of life to pick me up
But in this dark I conceive nothing which is white
All is foul and grim, even the air that I breathe
In these despairing times I see a glimpse of hope
A flying beast tearing through the currents of air
Maybe my prayers are answered and the Pegasus has arrived.
I held my hands high, for it to take me up and fly.
As it reached for me, I saw what it really was.
It was the Basilisk of Death, not the Pegasus of life
It grabbed my hands soar high up into the dark.
Then I realized, time to pay my debt is finally here!!
