My halo is forged of iron waste,
My eyes burn hot as embers haste,
My smile is turned ugly and tride,
My tongue feels bitter and cramped with pride,

My heart shoves cold blood through my veins,
Bitten by the frost of Hell,
My wings are made from bones of lost children,
Stitched together by the mothers that dwell,

My stomach is filled with acid so sweet,
My legs march, so graceful they fleet,
My feet char the ground, it crumbles,
My skin melts into it, to cease its grumbles,

My soul warps through the vacuum of pain,
I'm at his command, I'm centered, heartless,
My cold, blistered scythe ready, it has taken millions,
I stand with you, a true friend; the angel of darkness.

His screams caress the night, every night,
Only interrupted by a sharp, yet dull, roar,
He waits patiently until the ground settles down,
When the trembles cease, his call tears through once more,

A soft, gentle creature, he lies still on a leaf,
Watching the world go by with a light in his eye,
He narrates for our pleasure, but we never thank him,
We are selfish and our minds only twirl over our own lives,

Tonight, before you sleep, give him a smile,
Make him feel known, reward his soul's trials,
Give your thanks to true nature, the world outside of your life,
Give your thanks to the cricket, who does cherish your nights.

The spark glows in my eyes,
I have to play with fire,
I live for the heat that warms my soul,
The hiss sounds to me like a choir,
The flame itself is no wonder,
But in my mind it's divine,
My burned flesh melts into tears,
What we share now is only time.

Give me your lips,
Touch them to mine,
Give me your ashes,
Give me your life,
Give me your love,
I'll be your grave,
Give me your innocence,
I'll be your daze,

I'm the one you need,
Take my hand and be freed.

A blade in my chest,
It starves my black heart of blood,
To live or to die?

I lie still on the edge of the water,
And the blood trails softly into my eyes,
To rinse my soul clean, I place my hand into the sea,
It flows away from my hand and begins to cry,

I feel my very essence start to grow ill,
Whatever was in my blood is drowning my mind,
I fear there is only one solution to the pain I feel,
I have to poison my own body with a strong dose of pride,

It will **** me slowly, but I hope that it can cleanse my soul,
I can live without flesh, for Hell needs not my touch,
I feel as though the poison is lifting my spirit, I'm free,
Burning my path to Hell into my eyes, in you I trust.

inside her mind,
It was dizzying, that, she couldn't deny,
Each note seemed to push her further inside,
No one can resist the nostalgia of a carnival ride,

But there was something eerie about this place,
None of the entertainers carried a happy face,
The clowns seemed depressed, the ringmaster disgraced,
Even the lion endlessly paced,

The ground began to tremble ever so slightly,
The gates slammed shut, as they had to nightly,
Trapped in the neon jungle, she held her breath tightly,
It was hard to think with the sky lit so brightly,

The music grew closer and then faded out,
The sound of the silence was drowned by a shout,
"Welcome, my dear," she heard something pout,
'What the hell happened? What's this all about?'