You sat her on a pedestal beside a grand piano.
You held her heart upon a string,
were united together by a golden balloon,
which acted as a yo-yo ,
flying high above the moon,
starry skies and butterflies,
Just so you could touch her,
like no other ever could,
and she said ,
Only you,
would she ever touch again,
Be at one with,
never again,
Her eyes are stained as glass tear drops fall,
Fed by sorrow's pain.
You are the cherub,
the innocent,
and her,
She's the beautiful demon inside,
who plays on your head,
tying strings of regret.
And around your throat they're choking you,
Exorcism of tears,
Then you know the demon won.
(c) Livvi