Broken and Dyeing

by Th3 On3 and Onl3y   Feb 1, 2008


He watches her, face as the knife runs down
The fire burning in his eyes,
He watches the blood run in a branching line,
She says nothing, does nothing, as she silently cries.

Fallen Angel her tears silver tinted,
As he hurts her slowly, but she still loves him,
The death in his eyes redly glinted,
Slowly, oh so slowly, the lights dim.

His long black hair stained red with the blood,
She doesn't care, all she wants is his love,
Often her face is shoved into the mud,
She puts up with it, with his deadliness, to stay in heaven above.

Her mouth opens to tell him three words,
They don't come out, not even a sound,
She'll never be free, she's slowly ripped apart,
Once lost still never found.

Fallen Angel her tears silver tinted,
As he hurts her slowly, but she still loves him,
The death in his eyes redly glinted,
Slowly, oh so slowly, the lights dim

The heaven's cry with her tonight,
Her body bruised and broken,
She is still searching for the light, of love
The wounds a small token.

His smile turns deadly, she knows she will die,
But her heart swells , to be by his side
No more does a tear fall, no more does she cry,
No more will she make a sound.

She knows he was sent from down below,
Gently as she dies she knows he is friend and not foe,
She knows that this is death laced love.
No more will the worries come through.

Fallen Angel her tears silver tinted,
As he hurts her slowly, but she still loves him,
The death in his eyes redly glinted,
Slowly, oh so slowly, the lights dim

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