My angel flew away
Left me stranded
Left me sane
Left me full of self loathing
Left me stupid
But she didn't leave
I tore her feathers out one by one
And painted my lips with the blood that I got
Oh because they're all just toys
Pretty little things to throw away
So maybe the game is over
So maybe it's all locked away
I'll simply find a new toy
And I did
And she's magnificent
My hell spawn
My lovely demon
So strong
So talented
So easy to destroy
Now that I have her heart
It's mine
All mine
She belongs to me
Until
Of course
Of course
I get bored
And then
Poof
Off to wherever broken toys go
Heaven ?
Hell?
Ask the Angel
I don't care
Maybe I should cut my wrists open
And drown in all the wine
And paint my lips with that blood
And waste no one else's time
Because there is nothing but self hatred
I deserve it
That's for sure
God I can hear the crowd
Of voices in my head all egging me to do it
Do it
Please
Please
Why not ?
Ask my hands
You should do it
It's stupid of you don't
Because it's not a joke, dear hell spawn
It's something I have wanted to do all my life
And I've only stopped myself because I was too good for it
Well now I'm not
So fuck it
Let's repent
This cut is for the Angel
This cut is for Margot
This cut is for all my ugly features
Wait
We're going to need more than one cut
Dramatic little whore
Crying about self mutilation
All for the attention
Clearly
Doesn't even have the balls to do it
Until she does
I wish
Maybe
If I'm lucky
Goodnight Gracie
