I see the anger - No, fury
In your eyes, your lips pursed
Dry & cracked; Hunger for the
Gold in our withered pockets

Mercy? I think not
Your claws reach further than the Southern sea,
Talons ripping; shredding the webs of our peaceful sleep
You Savage Beast

Stumble, gut our organs
Pierce the flesh, & bleed us out
Drop by drop, drop by drop
Every penny counts,
Ain't that so, Mephisto?


A/N: Sometimes It's Just So Hard To Look Forward.