I look forward to the night.
Nothing wrong, nothing real inside.

You look at me with grieving might.
WIth our blood on our bodies.

Together.

Both of our knives inside us.
Our love is tough.
Sweet lust and cuts.

Blood spills on pages of poem and love letters
To a different man.
That I once killed...

His dark complexion, phases her delight in many matters.
His chocolate eyes, seemingly melt in to the girls confused stare.
His broad arms, make her melt.
His strength, frighten her.
His smile, seems wicked; but so soothing.
His voice, chimes in to this oblivious girl.

Me...

What's the care but the hatred I felt as I fell into him?
But I'm holding on.
Crying, weeping... Same thing?
HE still pulled me into his arms.
Hold my hand, Squeezing it to pieces.
Like his temper taking him.
*What did I do?

Demons of angels, with wings to spread to fly away from everything and death.
With both I want.

Demons of praise, with friends with out end.
Something I need.

Demons of grace, such balance and agreement.
Something I pray for.

My word is my grave, my love, my saving prayer.
No one notices how important my words are.

Still me, my words and I.

But if I were to say "hurt is another word for love." I cant help but think its wrong.

And I still lay my twisted mind on a stone white table...

Grey fog covers my world.
But yet I still laugh and twirl..
I think its you.
You saved me from the world.
The hurt. The pain
Blood that paints.
Threats about me.
I ignore it finally.
Just because you saved me.

Wishes stay in the clouds, they NEVER come down.
They leave you stranded forever...
Like a single beam in a tall tower.
Breaks hearts, like a sword and its power
You wish on this star, and you stare.
Hoping to take you in its care.
It will never come down.
Its just waiting to make you frown.
And you should know that...
Wishes stay in the clouds and they mustn't come down.

I as well may tell you..
I love you.
Not just as a friend but something more.
You don't feel the same way, that I know.
I help you with your bad days.
You do the same.
I love how your always looking forward.
I have liked you for a long time.
That you do know.
Behind all that happiness, I see sadness.
I see your cries for help, your strong.
You have treated me ever so kindly
I thank you for it.
I may not be your best friend,
but hell, I try too.
You speak your mind, that I can't do.
That day when I had lost you, I cried so hard.
So yeah, now you know.
That I love you.

Again.
Ditched to the side.

He plays around.
Watching in the front lines.

But this is the last time.

I'm tired.
I'm sleepless.
I'm sick.

I'm done.

I am not a toy.
I am nothing but a lady.

A lady who had bad luck.

Demons of angels, with wings to spread to fly away from everything and death.
With both I want.

Demons of praise, with friends with out end.
Something I need.

Demons of grace, such balance and agreement.
Something I pray for.

My word is my grave, my love, my saving prayer.
No one notices how important my words are.

Still me, my words and I.

But if I were to say "hurt is another word for love." I cant help but think its wrong.

And I still lay my twisted mind on a stone white table...

Just please stay, stay with me?
Oh, how you don't see.
Love me like you loved her.
Love like I am the only one.
Save him, save me.
Save us both.
Just set love free.

Pity little games that I play.
Maybe with a little dismay.
Save the sorrow for another day.
Let it rain.
Let the moon make me pray.
I remember till the day.
Until your deathbed, I wont let you stray.

Well why not...?

Why not love.
Why not lust.

Well why not?

Searching through his bloodied clothes.
Searching for what is left.
Nothing.
With the rage, I cut into his chest.
I want his heart, for safety and comfort.
I want it for others but I shall never reveal them now.
I love very bit of this heart.
You say I am a beast?
Look at you, I know you have done sins.
I am a dark being.
I love the screams and moans of pain and death.
I just don't know what happened to that little girl you had once seen.
Laughing, playing...
Now crying and imbalanced.
I have made a doll.
Just like him.
He talkes to me.
Calls me "Little Dove"
At night 'he' comes alive and kisses me with those sharp teeth.
That wretched smile drives me insane.
His a demon, bursting out if my chest.
Putting his dollish hand on my pale white cheek.
Killing me with his poisoned kiss.
In love and dead forever.

He did it again!

Selling my soul.
But life takes it toll.

On a young woman, such as I.

But time flies by.
So its do or die.

From the words you sang...
From the hearts you break...

Nothing we can do.

Well...
Nothing I can do...

So I let him do it again...

Raven, weep not.
Your time has yet to come.
Your screams make children flee.
And women scream.
You make men quiver in fear of disease.