Contorted images of an bleeding beauty,
Evoke a demonic soul in me,
By enervating thoughts and words,
Leaving me to die yet live.
Possessed by her dark eyes,
I disappear with the changes in the air,
She paints my heart demonic red,
Dead still breathing.
Shattered glass spread by torn angel wings,
So innocent I crave for love,
Tickling my mortal fears,
Did I live dead?
In the aeon of death,
No one is unmistakable,
The bleeding beauties vital kiss,
Did I live at all? |
