Sick flies and a thousand lies, lay on the ground..lit up by moonlight.
Love and betrayal,
made a broken heart fragile.
Wild and whimsical,
our love lasted.
Sad and parted,
our paths ended.
The flies feed on your filthy lies and my revenge lit up by the waxy moonlight.
The wild cats and the wolves don’t fight tonight.
They lay way for a poor woman’s revenge and hide.
Purple Empaths 