She has awoken,
words were spoken,
Its hard to supervise.

feelings,  you're the fish been reeling
and any love bites are now sealing

Your unrequited love is ignored,
Your  magic at words is her boredom,

Imagine her flesh taste and sweet smell,
as your journey takes you to hell
and the bell rings of loneliness
never one for God to ever bless.

You would give your life at the taste
of her sweet lips and without haste,
but she was born perfectly beautiful,
and her halo is so angelical.

But you, how are you with the demons
aggravating such a cruel meaning
Not born with those white wings
and never able to lullaby sing

Is beauty on the inside or the flesh,
Psychology will give you a wish
Curiosity kills cats and yourself
as you dream so much of herself.