Fallen

All alone she watches the blood flow, keeps her bangs in her face so the tears dont show. As she thinks about what she just did, The reliving burn as the blade cuts skin. Crimson on the pale canvas, I am an artist and this blade is my tool. Ill paint a picture of torture and pain on my arm so you can see. See the pain you caused me. Every time I called, I know you were with her. You called me your angel but I guess she must be a god. Your angel has now fallen, Broken wings stained with hate. The day you see the walls crumble around you, know it was me that brought you to your fate. Death and destruction, thats all I have to offer you now. Like all tempting things, I'm pleasing to the eye but I give a poisonus bite... Sleep well my love, Forever in darkness. Tortured screams your only company.