I collect my pride.
Lion's mane.
If you won't cut ties that knotted my noose.
I will.
A coward's loose, hiding in shadows.
Crawling out at night.
To say he loves me at the climax of time.
But there's new magic brewing.
And our drinks are poured hot.
Rolling off his tongue, wide eyed.
Drawn the line.
Let me cross, your magic has no power over me.
Because it's always been mine.
Breathing into my lips, a summers kiss.
Traded souls, that tangled like wind chimes during a storm.
Our love still has a sound.
To me, you are bound.
All that try to take what's mine:
Eye for an Eye.
Go for the throat my daddy said.
Best believe that bitch plays dead.