• Angel with a broken halo
    butterflies with worn down wings,
    listen to the birds of death
    slowly, softly sing.

    They come without a warning
    needles, rose and dust,
    the love you bleed pours red and deep
    through veins runs torn up lust.

    Trapped within these mind games
    darkness, curiosity unknown,
    the screams that form the masterpiece
    asphixiate alone.

    Your burning love for power
    eternals only goal,
    the ghosts that form the masterpiece
    which complicate the soul.

    These flowers that were buried
    with bodies that should feel,
    candlewax burning fingertips
    leave scars that never heal.