Beautiful soul,
Broken, suffering soul.
Locked up in the past,
Lost in the darkness.

Forever wandering,
In a field of black roses.
You who are weak
Will continue to bleed.

Needles and knives,
The thorns are snakes.
Entangle yourself up in them
Deeper and deeper.

Break away you will not.
You are my art.
Cry tears of nothingness you will,
You are my masterpiece.

Solitary confinement.
You freeze yourself up in ice
A stone angel
Enchanting, broken porcelain doll.

White rose petals in your heart
Withering, dying, turn into ashes.
Chained to the wall of disaster,
You are my symbol of sin.

Beautiful soul,
Broken, suffering soul.
Locked up in the past,
Lost in the darkness.

Trap in a picture frame,
The beauty of an ice angel
Body and soul you belong to me
You are forever mine…