Misery Ends Her Life

Her heart is pure,
her soul is clean,
she can't keep living
in this misery.

She weeps all day,
she cries all night,
theres something dark
in pure light.

She sings of death,
she sings of woe.
In the happiness
lies deep sorrow.

She is beautiful,
with deep red scars.
Her heart is trapped,
behind metal bars.

She's perfect
with many flaws.
Sharp razor edges cut deep,
like demon claws.

Her heart is black,
her soul is dead,
no more I love you's
will be said.