Impaled upon a cruel god's glance
Trapped by all the force of chance...
Feet off the ground,
floating around the sky...
Your face
your face it haunts...
Dark past, poisoned soul
beauty and love she'll never know...
A false goddess
wearing a plastic crown...
The black rose of Evil
From the garden in Hell...
My mom tells me I'm like her angel watching out...
I hear my dad pray to me at night before he rests...
Moon light
shone bright...
In the air of the night showed creep upon my bed...
A past calls
From inside the walls...
The house was big and empty
full of secrets and hidden thoughts...
Without fantasy
that I believe in than anything else...