He watches her, face neutral as his knife runs down her spine,
The fire burning in his emerald eyes,
He watches the blood run in a branching line,
She says nothing, does nothing, as she silently cries.
Fallen Angel her tears silver tinted,
As he hurts her slowly, but she still loves him,
The death in his eyes redly glinted,
Slowly, oh so slowly, the lights dim.
His long black hair stained red with her blood,
She doesn't care, always she wants is his love,
Often her face is shoved into the mud,
She puts up with it, with his deadliness, to stay in heaven above.
Her mouth opens to tell him three words, words from her heart,
They don't come out, not even a sound,
She'll never be free, she's slowly being ripped apart,
Once lost still she is never found.
The heaven's cry with her tonight,
Her body bruised and broken,
She is still searching for the light,
The wounds only a small token.
His smile turns deadly, she knows she will die,
But her heart swells for him, for this side that she had found,
No more does a tear fall, no more does she cry,
No more will she make a sound.
She knows he was sent from down below,
Not from up above,
Gently as she dies she knows he is friend and not foe,
She knows that this is death laced love.
