Sicken angel
No tragedy
Nor good or evil
Only us
Pray for my love
Pay for my soul
Prayed my body
A pair of scissors
Use it wise
There’s blood everywhere
God’s cried
Love won’t pay
Love won’t pray
It slated
Beautiful face
Worth nothing
Worth a while
Stopped eternity
Dusk, his skin
Cyan, his eyes
Hell, his home
Free, his soul
Gone with dawn
Light, my skin
Clouds, my eyes
I am my sin
Rage, my voice
Failed to die
Failed to live
Stopped
The tragedy
The good