Yep. It's me again with another little something about the 'bad guys'. A little insight into Drake's mind, this time (in poetry form!)
Summary: Drake ponders on the similarities between humanity and the fragility of a candle.
The flame begins to fade,
Dancing gently within the rhythm,
Balancing upon the blade,
The dance always goes on.
Lead the flame,
Gently tease,
Control the flame,
Down upon its knees.
It's the way I know,
It's the way I live,
It's been common for show,
It's the pain I have yet to give.
That cry of surprise,
That helpless scream,
The expression in your eyes,
It's always been beautiful to me.
It's the way I know,
It's the way I live,
It's been common for show,
It's the pain I have yet to give.
A cold hard cell,
With me they'll throw,
Millions of voices,
All whisper it to be so.
For I to dance upon the edge of desire,
I've never been quite there,
That passion, lust and fire,
It's not to be found anywhere.
It's the way I know,
It's the way I live,
It's been common for show,
It's the pain I have yet to give.
It is not to be, anymore,
That little candle's strife,
I have always had the superior power,
For I just snuffed out its life.
A/N: I'd be very interested in hearing what you thought this poem was about. I was trying to be very ambiguous about the writing, in the style of the great Alice Cooper. R&R please ^-^ 'Till next time!