Be happy, pretty one...
Pretty isn't what I see.
Mirrors chase away the sun,
I am not what I was intended to be.
All I wanted was a kiss,
Now all I want is to bleed.
As cold and dark as hell's abyss,
This is what I need.
There was a time or two...
Or perhaps three or four?
The days I did not know what to do.
The days hell came knocking on my door.
Here he is, you see?
He has come back!
The Man of 1000 Deaths is going to strangle me!
In death I may relax.
Euphoria only bleeds so deep,
the night you said goodbye...
I no longer scream from monsters in my sleep,
as I deserve to die.