Feet off the ground,
floating around the sky...
Your face
your face it haunts...
Dark past, poisoned soul
beauty and love she'll never know...
A false goddess
wearing a plastic crown...
The black rose of Evil
From the garden in Hell...
My mom tells me I'm like her angel watching out...
I hear my dad pray to me at night before he rests...
Moon light
shone bright...
In the air of the night showed creep upon my bed...
A past calls
From inside the walls...
The house was big and empty
full of secrets and hidden thoughts...
Without fantasy
that I believe in than anything else...
There once was a boy
Of only eleven...