The blade is pressed against her wrist,
While she listens to the soul eater...

I am the demon with angel's wings,
I am your sweetest nightmare and your worst dream...

Your words are poison,
They cloud her mind...

I've fallen from grace,
The broken glass...

She dwells inside,
Whispering suggestions...

I walk through the woods,
With unseemly grace...

These tears,
Are like your soul...

As I cry,
Your name...

My wings are broken,
I cannot fly...