Amethyst Eyes
Rose water tears,
race down her face
Black water fever
A life to deface
Serein blood, seeps from the sky
Sequestered children,
begging for love...
forever they cry
Razor-made nails,
the better to cut
She belongs to him...
his fey-eyed slut
Nightshade serum,
bleeds from her eyes
Rotted rose petals
Innocence dies
Beaten like a rag doll
Left out in the rain fall
Hauntingly recherche'
Fading every day
Renascence remebrance,
slips through her veins
A sanguinary vigil,
to release all her pains
Fall in love with the serpent's song
Growing weak and falling strong
Ruptured vessels of human life,
fall victim to the starving knife
Shallow pits of black immoratal
Lead to cleaves in life's own portal
Destruction reaps where flowers're sown
Fearing not the death, but the unknown
An isolated solitude forms a heart of ice
The blood runs cold in the streams you slice
Naught more, naught less,
than a monotony of shame
Naught more, naught less,
than an obituary blame
With every gasp for thin air,
she comes to nothing without a care
Shackles of ivy, bracelets of thorns
Whispered hate, a young girl's scorns
Hear eternal as the pheonix cries
For all you've read is seen,
through amethyst eyes
race down her face
Black water fever
A life to deface
Serein blood, seeps from the sky
Sequestered children,
begging for love...
forever they cry
Razor-made nails,
the better to cut
She belongs to him...
his fey-eyed slut
Nightshade serum,
bleeds from her eyes
Rotted rose petals
Innocence dies
Beaten like a rag doll
Left out in the rain fall
Hauntingly recherche'
Fading every day
Renascence remebrance,
slips through her veins
A sanguinary vigil,
to release all her pains
Fall in love with the serpent's song
Growing weak and falling strong
Ruptured vessels of human life,
fall victim to the starving knife
Shallow pits of black immoratal
Lead to cleaves in life's own portal
Destruction reaps where flowers're sown
Fearing not the death, but the unknown
An isolated solitude forms a heart of ice
The blood runs cold in the streams you slice
Naught more, naught less,
than a monotony of shame
Naught more, naught less,
than an obituary blame
With every gasp for thin air,
she comes to nothing without a care
Shackles of ivy, bracelets of thorns
Whispered hate, a young girl's scorns
Hear eternal as the pheonix cries
For all you've read is seen,
through amethyst eyes