Rogue
Plagued by the disease of life
A rogue spirit trapped in untouchable skin
Beauty in the crimson eyes of the beholder
With acid touch behold devils kin
A regular girl who lives for the rain
Touching the stars as she screams
Invincible in the eyes of the enemy
Trapped by false inhibitions
Control is out of her grasp but she's still of the elite
She lives a desolate life of introverted solitude filled with deceit
Until she discovers her infinitely perfect world of fantasy touch
Because her world is substantially more than skin deep