drowning in ego,
she tells them lies,
she spreads the evil,
or so she tries

she'd **** for beauty,
and hurt for fame,
she'll make you pity
what she'll never shame

“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.

Everyday that dawns,
you slip away a little more.
The distant stare,
the apathetic eyes.
Your love is as dead
as the roses in
the trash.
Your heart is an
abyss that I'm
lost in forever.
Belladonna drew me in.
The poison kept me there.