Shredded wings, she softly sings, with a voice that corrupts the innocent. she wears a halo made of thorns, sits on a throne of broken bones. her skin is cold and pale as ice, lips the colour of tainted blood, hair black as her soul, eyes red as fire, and teeth sharp as razorblades. she feeds on your nightmares, whispers dark sin and demise in your ears. her touch burns into your heart, turning the happiness into dark thoughts. so don't go to sleep, don't close your eyes, for the angel of your nightmare awaits.
