I know theres this place
*deep down in my soul...
Cackles fill the hallway,
Laughter coming from the walls...
We hide
we live in the night...
They treat me
like a plague...
Woe
Woe unto her who died by Cupid...
An angel can be good,
or it can be bad...
The waves drag me down
taking away my breath...
Take me to the end
Cut...
A question asked by the groom
Ruined by a unending doom...
It has four stanzas, each containing four...
*FINALLY FINISHED...
Broken wings and a broken heart,
That's what left now we are apart...
She stands a'front the alter
His pale pallor of bride...