I'm a self-centred beauty, an angel of grotesque
in leather and chains I love to dress
my sultry is not just mine but yours to keep
in the land of the whimsical there's no need to breathe, or even sleep

I caress broken bones with a forked tongue
trying to find the right within all the wrong
I'm amazing, my persona blindingly slick
spreading love from a mind worthless and sick

sweet abortion in my eyes
falling in love with everything I ever despised

addicted to the sins I strived to appease
my former self lingers like a disease
the sun dawns and I wonder what I've become
gazing at the cigarette in my hand, it's apparent I'm on the run

from a pain that burns just like the smoke
stale and acrid I cough and choke
but the dizziness distracts from the memories I find
helping leave what happened behind.