The angels hailed her
As she passed them by
Her platinum hair and eyes
Shining deep into the night
Her dress so black and sleek
Like an ocean full of the dead
Her gracefulness stunning everyone
Her smile was so delicate
Her face tells a story of hate and lies
Her body screams from the deepest harm
There is a small twinkle in her eyes
She was only trying so hard
Her house of fantasy high in the sky
Never to be reached by real life
Out of the windows come harsh cries
The clouds hide her from sight
Inside is a world of madness
With hatred inside the walls
On the floor you walk on great sadness
Where the spirit of her soul crawls
Who is this girl that lives like this
Allowing herself to be played
It is now she realizes with scorching bliss
That she has been dead, but never to fade
All the angels cry a tear for the moment
As the dreams of the angel dance along
The scene I’ve described like a beautiful sonnet
Is nothing but my fantasy song
