scary place where she spends most of her days
all alone blaming herself for her supposed defect. Her bleeding heart.
When facing love she stood no chance, the heart got ripped, never to
beat again even after D.O.C put it back again.
Wearing your heart on the sleeve can get quite dangerous and our
dearest Plague learnt that the hard way.
Fortunately there's a time when you realize that there's no point in
crying around, that won't solve anything.
The only thing left for you to do is to pick up the pieces and fight back.
So our little Plague became a warrior, a killer, the knife she always carries around
is already tainted, still she holds on to a little spark of hope in finding her
shining knight someday.
Through bleeding gums, broken nails, tears and sweat, she became your worst nightmare.
" Deep scar, old memory
Dark ages of history
They played their tricks
And there was nothing
You could do
Left in the corner
alone to cry
Didn't even kiss you
Your ego is smothering
Time to face the living
The Plague, your nightmare
Don't you dare
to say I'm not fair
This hatred is consuming me
You better stand back baby
'till my last breath
I shall avenge this wrath
Cry me a river or even a sea
That won't change
What has been done to me."
To be continued...