I've tasted too many waters to know the wicked scheme of your interests. I've fought and lost too many wars to know the deadly mistakes. I've watched people stab my back with daggers and dance over my grave. I've fallen from grace, dragged my feet through mud; you really think you'll be able to throw more dirt my way? Too childish to talk in your indirect, puzzled words. You got some nerve thinking you'll do any bad, your knives aren't sharp enough to tear my titanium skin. B a b y, I was born and raised in a battlefield, where I counted pennies for every breath. You think you're some untouchable moral centered woman, until you tear your gown down to find spilled innocence, remnants of infidelity. Your vocabulary is high but your words too hollow to comprehend, your pride is enormous but there's no ladder under your silhouette. Your arrogance wears a sexy costume in your head, but it's all stones in plain sight. You walk in blurred lines, tongue tied when there's no fact to argue back,but the truth is you're just another girl cursed to be prettier than Aphrodite. Standing in swiftest heels to kill someone I hold so dear, how foolish of you to think I won't unlock the vault of my rusted weapons. The madman still knows how to hunt,even after decades of peaceful seasons. I'm known to be cursed, I'm known to be the black dog. I've got a bad name, a bleeding reputation. If a forest fire wouldn't make me move a finger, how will your flame even make me care? I've got nothing worth losing, to shed another tear over a loss, should've known I'll be the vulture circling you, or like a scorpion I'll strike back at your fragile hands. Change your hometown, be a martyr for another saying the last couldn't serve you well. Change your religion, say God wasn't an empath. Change your name, dress in a different attire, blend in the crowd to hide your crimes.

How long could your intelligence stop the apocalypse? Because if I'm howling with wolves tonight, you better find an excuse to not leave your house.