Encompassed within a circle of flame,
Such warmth...

A heart is something that’s easily...
It gets torn apart like it never mattered...

You people think I am your fool,
Trying to use me like a tool...

Forsaken lies; red butterflies.
Hit the floor; Face demise...

Sit there and watch me slip,
As I feel the razors start to rip...

I went to sleep.
I said goodbye...

Enter the darkness; swirling mist,
As the blood pours from my wrist...

Black wings, bathed in scars,
Amidst the moon and its many stars...

A crimson red,
Silently running past her weakened fingers...

Angelic black; a starry night,
Broken are my wings of flight...

From the ground rich beneath,
The gift of life earth doth bequeath...

Till the pain ceases to exist.
till the blood won't pour from my wrist...