By: The Vampire Sweets
Walking in unison each form different from the next. Full of loathing, sex, rebellion, and irreverence. Here come the clouds swirling around them crying black tears they talk about all of the unacceptables the lives of hookers, sinners, druggies, and sacrificial artists. You can hear the rough end of their tune as they bounce toward you Visions reported, and marked the lives of total mysteries they lay in lonely beds, and hum unforgiven songs that no one ever learned to play so close to everyone but no one really knows them they don't see what the rest of the world sees commotion.