What if we're all just flames

That consume to survive

And pollute themselves by

What they consume

And yet

They can't cease to do so,

Look.

Torn-up angels bleeding, screaming

Pinned against the wall and tortured now and then.

Someday their wings will never fly

All just to pay for a small immortal sin.

We've broken their bones and their blood

Flows to the floor in an ever-flowing stream,

Love.

Are you afraid of what I've done?

I was always scared of what I would become.

That blood now stains my hands red rust

Insanity reigns in these eyes so solemn.

That time I asked you for a drink

That wasn't what this is now; I had control,

Then.

That bracelet never stopped those thoughts

Entering my mind and asking for my soul.

Can you see the bloodstained room now,

The darker visions I put into your heart?

As for me, I don't thirst for it

I simply long to see it all turned to that,

Real.