Portrait of an angel
With Blood painted sins
that express your rage,
A picture immaculate,
bleeds horizontal from your page.
A scream safe in heaven,
Angelic beauty thats faking,
souls secret in her throat,
as her vanitys breaking.
She smiles sweet surrender,
to mask her fright,
she's haunted by phantoms,
and thoughts of endless night.
She fades like apparitions,
in a silent dream she won't wake,
Her brains seething with venom,
of the dawn that won't break.
A picture of pure poison,
of the day that she fell,
trapped in the shadows,
My porcelain angel.
~Taeno~