I stood there and watched you suffer
Painting a portrait upon your own hands...

Light reflecting images in front of my eyes
Filtering glass with an image of despise...

The poison drips like candy,
Heavy on my lips...

All the angels ignore my howling plead,
Sending death's kiss in a pink rose bouquet...

They look and stare, they taunt and tease.
Am I so different I can not please...

Drinking satire like wine,
Scorn breeding inside you...

Breathless screams fill these rooms,
Their lives are buried in those tombs...

Written all the words to a thousand stories,
Will anyone make it to the end...

Tears weep from those solemn eyes,
A lost hope lays dormant in desolate cries...

Scratching deep beyond the surface,
The red consumes your fate...

The last tears have fallen to a lost heart beat,
She is but a memory that is incomplete...

My heart is broken, its glass slitting my chest...
So cold, broken and all alone...