A demon in darkness sits
An angel found where no light emits
Untold beauty encircled by flashing fire and flight
Her face painted with ashes from the deep below
Her own candescent sapphire gemstones glow
Every time she cries it looks like bleeding candle light
In you I find me blessed
Behold this silken torment undressed
As found only in death, I am given this peace of mind
In you I find me free
From what we wish was eternity
Still searching for something we may never find
We wait in our darkness
We wait for our light
We wait for the ending to take our life
This black dahlia
Rests upon our hearts
Such a royal beauty has fallen apart
We don’t think of living
We do what is said
Don’t listen for too long or you’ll soon be led
Don’t wait for your savior
He’s already bled
Live like you’re dying or you’re already dead
Copyright 2004 Midnight Phoenix
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