You stand in the sunny afternoon
The light shines on you, but not in the way the spotlight once did
You don't steal the show the way you used to
With your eyes of someone who has ghosted Life
And purple moons of someone whose fingers grazed against the stars
A body with the weariness of a funeral procession
The touch of a rose on a coffin
You are the flatline in a cold, sterile room
You are a pulse as it gives up and goes home.
Go big or go home, you say
With your angel wings spread wide like a dare
You're begging Life
To either give you a break or take you now
Death herself is crying out in the mid-day blue sky
Death herself has beat the final breath from her chest
Aching and collapsing
You give a salute to the world with broken fingers, but no lab-coat doctor ever comes to try and save you
You wanted to die, yet you look so terrified now
Isn't this what you wanted?
They used to fawn over you
Declare how healthy and shiny your dark hair was
Admire your precious ivory skin
Now, you see the stolen glances
Now
They say that you look dead
You look more like a phantom than the heroine
But Death can't die
She can let herself decay in the middle of the street
Yet
The cars never connect with her bruised skin
Yet
You are the only one to ever do any damage to yourself
I suppose that Death can't die no matter how hard she tries.
You stand on the sill
With your Heavenly eyes
But when the angel fell, you were left to rule Hell
Death herself is ready to hand over the crown
It has long been rusted
Your throne is falling apart
The cape and gown you wear is far too big and your skull is covered in dust
Cut your own string
Death, you tried your best, but it just wasn't enough
Death, just take a breath
Through that hollow body of yours
Feel the way it makes your thin chest tremble
Hell has filled your lungs with flames
But you were the one who started the fire
Don't you understand
Even when you leave this life, the light still burns on.
