Chaos Swan-Iodine

No more faces, Today I scream until my teeth bleed. This is a revolution that will drag silhouettes and bones, The first poetry of a blade. My dark heart will explode and its fire will burn us all with the feeling we were already dead. Gather your old smiles and attack me. Move forth, show me a legion. Corpses, I will swallow mountains and rebuild giants. Move forth, dead conversations, I am a fortress. If my dark heart explodes its fire will burn us all.