She looked like the heavens
But she felt like hell
Her love was pure
But empty as well

She was broken and hurting,
Tied together with thread
But she had a passion within her
A flame, bright and red

She was lovely and lonely
An angel on earth
But the devil had kissed her
And she knew not her worth

The passion is dying
Her flame burning dim
The thread is unveiling
Freeing her devil within,

The angel has fallen
The flame is but ash
The heavens have ruptured
She has faded at last.