Demons run when a good man goes to war.
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war.
Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war.
Demons run, but count the cost.
The battle’s won but the child is lost.
I never write poetry, what is this?
Warning(s): none.
Restarting the nail painting process! Transparent base coat, away!
Second coat: bright white!
Okay, what?
Weird but whatever, I have stuff to do.
Third and final coat: crackling red!
Uh, why’s this on my other arm? Anyone?
Why’s this on both my arms?! Guys?!
Wait a sec…
Oh no…