Blood Suckers Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Driving down the fast lane.
I hope one day I don't miss my turn.
To capture the moment.
To hold it in my hand.
Show you how it is so grand.

Setting the butterfly free.
It was the way it was meant to be.
Just look at those beautiful wings.
All the vivid colors.

We are holding so many back.
Slaves with the invisible whip smacking their backs.
Can you see the welts?
Can you the blood dripping yet?
It is being inflicted by you.
So tell me why is it you don't care?

A benefit to whom?
A dark cloud over all of us looms.
As lightning strikes and thunder makes a loud boom.
Tell me who it is gonna be? You?

Driving down the fast lane.
I hope one day I don't miss my turn.
To capture the moment.
To hold it in my hand.
Show you how it is so grand.

Driving down the fast lane.
I hope one day I don't miss my turn.
To capture the moment.
To hold it in my hand.
Show you how it is so grand.

Setting the butterfly free.
It was the way it was meant to be.
Just look at those beautiful wings.
All the vivid colors.

All the vivid colors.

Where do they go?
A distortion of human existence.
We are both ruthless and relentless.
But when the teeth become dull.
Why is it we continue to gnaw?

A leech that can't kick the habit.
Even when all the blood is already gone.
A dried up slug with just a dash of salt.
Does this mean your defeat?

To continue on would only be a blatant lie.
Yet you continue to try.
Trying to deny the very laws of nature.
A pedestal slowly crumbles and everyone will be crushed as you fall.
And it is not any of their faults.

Sacrificing the innocent for your absolute arrogance.
Destroying anyone who tries to stop you along the way.
A bonfire has already been made.
Is it in your or honor?
Or is it your grave?