An Angel's Suicide
Watch as she walks down a riverside.
Isn't she beautiful?
Look closely,
Do you see her pain?
Do you?
Do you see the cuts?
Do you?
Can you see the fake smile that she wears?
Watch as she runs a knife down her
Slender white wrists.
The crimson blood running sweetly down
The riverside.
Her light brown eyes
Dim and dull of their false light
She falls down
Dying with a bitter sweet smile on her face.
Do you see that now she will have,
No pain, no more pain that he gave her,
She is now dying with a bitter sweet smile.
One that all will see when they find her.
