
my way
ruthless is a woman who picks her battles in the light of day, a silken soldier to be devoured in her proprietary ways. so I take your prayers in hand and I am leaving to be alone, if your perch has frosted over mine was mine alone. I am flying I am flying dark and twisted above the sea, I found a place beneath don’t leave your doubt in me, do not believe me so easily deceived.

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