My fate is my power,it's the gate of Heaven, and I am called subject seven. Don't ask me why I don't know but the answer is quite slow and I feel low.
I have my fingernails like a queen and eyes like a beast. My eyes are red but I am not dead,I am pale but I
Not a male, I wear a bride gown but not a veil.
I say hey and you say May. I am skinny and small but not tall.i got a smile that last a mile and I fell and hit my head on tile.
I ride a white horse but I might fall of course. I may ride through the day and stroll through the night holding on tight to my steed yes in deed.
As pure speed, whistling through the wind, til the absolute very end. I am alone but I don't feel lonely, you can say I have the hair of a thousand snakes but I am not a fake.
I have two fangs and spit out black venom, my body shakes like a rattle snake when I feel the hate.
I have a face of a beautiful goddess but not the hottest. I go whoo-hoo when the cows go moo.i want a purpose but still have my toes. My eye shadow is green but my lips are mean. I lean on my shoulder but write bolder. My cheeks blush with such a rush to the absolute very end.