Awaiting on the horizon of fate,
The angel sits with no hate...

What can you do to avoid this abortion?
NOTHING...

I am a martyr to the nightmare,
You are the angel standing there...

Slowly wilted is the rose,
Representing a single life...

My friends slowly turn to foe,
Every ounce of energy, every second...

I hope one day you realize,
Your the mother of a weapon...

I’ll fix my problems with the blade,
The skin that keeps my world together...

It's time to come home,
Your just a little dirty maggot who begs to be...

It's the brutal comparison,
Stabbed in throat, injected...

A crippled fantasy unfolds,
Oh, how could that little dove be me...

Melting thoughts of disintegration,
Hitting deep her insistence...

Walk over the faces of lost angels,
I’ve see the future only to find myself...