Beautiful does not explain
Gorgeous does not describe...

The gashes on my arm
Only symbols of my infestation...

My eager heart
Is a rose...

Trapped, I've come to be
In the movie of my life...

Thine beauty speaks
Of amber atrocities...

Under a blue sun
Living water crashes down...

A sweet crescent moon
Lingers slowly overhead...

Upon these steps of torture
I weep...

I recall that fateful night
Every time I look at you...

It's not my fault
My bones are small...

Nothing is my name
Pain is my game...

You thought you were someone
Made out of something...