Warm crimson liquid drips off the golden blade of a sword held by someone you know but can't remember
  its something beautiful and poetic

As wildflowers are consumed by smoldering flames, ash and smoke rise and fall through the air
You're on the ground with burning lungs and hands that won't stop shaking
   its something alluring but agonizing

You hear angelic laughter, it sounds like your lover but it isn't so sweet this time
You know its not them
  its something lovely but sickening

Your entire body aches as you wonder why humans are so fragile
Theres a warm and metallic taste on your lips and tongue, you recognize that its blood, you can't tell if it yours
This is all beautiful and poetic in a bit of a tragic way