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

Dreaded memories!
Cursed ghosts of thought...

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

Pray tell,
Little Angel...

The rose,
So very red...

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

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

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

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

Cut me
Burn me...

Being of light.
Angel from high above...

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