I'm like
an angel reincarnated
into this graveyard land
A Lisbon sister aura
mysterious girl
fresh from the coffin
Diamonds on my neck
Cross above my bed
In a big old
vintage house. Grand piano
I sit on the stool, leather
and I wait for you
I play softly, scary
I wait for you to run
(You do)
Dressed in my lace
White dress, white bows
Worn ballet flats. Magic
from my fingertips
Poetry on the piano
Yellow lighting
Gothic lamps illuminate me
in ethereal gold
Dimness suits me
so queenly
Don't touch my angel wings
soft as velvet
Mine delicate
You can't handle me
It seems
you've run off and hide
from heavens angel
Innocent in her haunted house
You can't break her
anymore now
My books in piles
around the room
haunted haven
I'm like
the last flame
flickering in oblivion
