Shards of glass scatter the floor
bloody tears trickle down a life-less body.
Someone angrily bangs on the door
But its too late to kill her now
Shes already gone.
You hurt her more than an angel could ever bare
But she stayed strong till the last second
Immortality could never be fit for her
Because of what she was living in.
Hell has taken her away to her only heaven.
Where demons call to her in greedy Ecstasy.
A seraph with black wings, she carries her wet crimson rose.
Wet with tears and blood.
No one can save her no one wants too.
She was too pure to be known to all that were evil.
Rejected by the clouds consumed by the flames she lays down at last at desperate peace.
