Cut me
Burn me...

Dreaded memories!
Cursed ghosts of thought...

........... .... she loves me......
....she loves me not...

My grin grows wider
As the fires burn hotter...

The woods were still,
And the snow still fresh...

Pray tell,
Little Angel...

The rose,
So very red...

I remember so clearly,
The day you moved away...

Being of light.
Angel from high above...

Heaven sent angels to earth to grace us humans,
Eternal beauty to gaze upon...

To make Embalming Fluid,
Its rather easy to do...

Now that I have your attention,
I wonder if I can make you understand...