pyschogecko

"Tick tock, tick tock" The incessant howling of that little clock.             Samiel is coming. Your warhead does not distinguish between riff-raff, But you've been slain by your own sword. Shaken, trembling, They've set fire to your halo Can you feel the flames Searing through your skin? Beaten, humiliated, You fell with tears in your eyes. Who is your maker? Who is your saviour? O broken warrior, How will you live with the shame? The daisies. Do you remember the daisies? They are twisting, wilting, BURNING O First Lieutenant, You did not live up to your name. "Tick tock, tick tock" The merry laughter of that little cl