Angelica

She sees the world through demonic eyes,
as her feet carry her through the streets to a beat of an imaginary song.
Her lips mock those who walk by and stare at her,
a simple tease to get them feeling like something is wrong.

How much pain can one person have before their soul turns into mud?
Throw down your murderous hand,
because she's now something you can't touch.

Smoking a cigarette beside you so you can inhale her second hand sins.
She wipes the table with a page from the bible as a smile curls at her lips.
The sun was casted out in her imagination,
with her troubled past, her mind's the only world she has gotten to know.
She committed an emotional suicide to get rid of her innocence a long time ago.

Whispers filled her ears as soon as she left the womb of a mother with an invisible heart.
Thrown out on the streets although to get where she is,
she didn't have to work very hard.

Her back carries all the bruises and the sorrows from those who hated everything she stood for.
Her angel wings perished in the hell fires of her childhood's madness,
now her cynical life has gone too far.

Represented by a lord who was created by the mankind.
She knows of no true heaven only how to pass judgement to those unworthy in her eyes.
She found a lover who was a hater and it made her feel at home.
Even in adulthood a child will have to replay the life that they once known.