• head hung low
    tears in my eyes
    what a beautiful
    way to die
    with marks
    on my arms
    skin cold
    and pale
    dressed in black
    covered in red
    in my coffen
    i rest
    waiting for
    the darkness hour
    to approch
    waking my hunger
    waking my saddness
    what a way to be
    a queen of the
    darkness
    never to love
    never to live
    that is the life
    i have