I'm bringing whole new meaning to the latest fashion statement. She sulked in sin and now I wear her skin. Nothing is wrong with this. Nothing is wrong with me. Come on baby, let me give your cold lips a kiss. Let me give you a kiss.
Let me depart from your lips, let me give you a final kiss.
Oh how she used to hiss and ruin every man she met. That filthy slither of a woman needed to be ruined epically. Oh how her epic time came and with every incision I reminded her of their names and she accepted all of the blame. Not by choice but by cut.
Colossal death. Never ending rest. Un sleep with no peace. Ripped apart piece by piece.
I remember why I was put here
I'm not sure who but someone whispers in my ear.
The Serpent Shepard does not sleep but the Shepard can see through those who appear to be weak.
The voice inside my head shows me where you hide and then I follow your scales upon the ground until the opportune time to strike you down.