Untouchable
When Death Blows You A Little Kiss - Dark Phoenix Apocalypse
I am here, I exist
Reality as I perceive it
This is my world
However I make it
I control it all
Rule it with a fist
I can’t be torn down
However, I can be twisted, convinced
Tell me I am dead
Death of the anarchist
Tossed upon a shadow
Blackened and burned
Risen from the ashes
A Dark Phoenix spurned
Riding the black rainbow
Into that perfect storm
Strikes me with lightning
Fills me with rain, still I want more
Hit me with your darkness
Hit me with your pain
I can take on anything
I will remain
UNTOUCHABLE
About the Creator
Dark Phoenix Apocalypse
What was, has been razed to the ground and in its ashes the rise of a much darker version of myself.
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It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
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