Diva of Lament

Beneath the ashes, is your cold face.
While only a tainted smile is reflected.
How sad, how painful,
This broken heart has fallen into damnation.
Was it a sin to love?
A curse upon my once innocent soul?
A crimson moon dyes the grey ruined world red,
As my cries of lament echo throughout this broken world.
The wailing diva is all I hear,
The endless shadows is all I see.
How sad, how painful,
It is to be broken.
Beneath the ash, are the dreams I buried away.
Alongside the gentle memories,
That are slowly fading away.
Was it a sin to love?
A curse upon my once innocent soul?
A crimson moon dyes the grey ruined world red,
As my cries of lament echo throughout this broken world.
Only the shadows remain,
A faint memory of once was.
A ghost alongside dead stars.
So quiet, so deafening,
Is the silence.
So broken, so cold,
Is the wailing diva deep in lament.
Beneath the ashes, is your cold face.
While only a tainted smile is reflected.
How sad, how painful,
This broken heart has fallen into damnation.
While my tarnished and stained form,
Begins to break apart.
Oh how sad, how painful,
Is the quiet, so deafening.
Is the empty room,
Is the void that was left behind.
Was it a sin to love?
A curse upon my once innocent soul?
A crimson moon dyes the grey ruined world red,
As my cries of lament echo throughout this broken world.
The wailing diva is all I hear,
My fractured reflection is all I see.
How sad, how painful,
It is to be broken.
Only the shadows remain,
A faint memory of once was.
A ghost alongside dead stars.
So broken, so cold,
Is the wailing diva deep in lament.
I pray to fade away,
To return to dust to start again.
But only the ghosts,
Can hear this wailing voice.
How sad, how painful,
Is the endless solitude.
Oh how, why is it so?
That all that is left,
Is my broken soul?
Beneath the ashes, is your cold face.
While only a tainted smile is reflected.
How sad, how painful,
This broken heart has fallen into damnation.
Was it a sin to love?
A curse upon my once innocent soul?
A crimson moon dyes the grey ruined world red,
As my cries of lament echo throughout this broken world.
Cursing the world, is the diva given in to sorrow.
Cursing the world, is myself.
Oh how sad, how painful,
Is this story of mine.
As my tarnished and stained form,
Begins to break apart.
A ghost alongside dead stars,
Is all that shall remain.
Is all the crying diva deep in lament shall be,
Till the very end.
Was it a sin to love?
A curse upon the world?
A crimson moon dyes the grey ruined world red,
As my cries of lament echo throughout this broken world.
As everything returns to dust,
As everything fades away;

Witch Fire

Burn it all away,
Let it turn to ash.
This heart you broke,
My trust which you betrayed.
You don’t deserve my sympathy,
My once tender mercy.
For you’re the one who ignited the flame,
Don’t blame me,
For I was just the kindling.
You say you were under my spell,
To hide the love you had for me.
Love for a witch, an outcast.
Oh, how wonderful it all was,
The lie you gave me,
The beautiful days that are now gone.
All because of your shame,
Your hatred for unnatural things,
For who and what I am.
Burn it all away,
Let it turn to ash.
All the lies,
All those once tender words.
I hate it all,
Take it all away,
Everything we had.
For it all means nothing now,
Including you.
This day you ignited the flame,
I was just the kindling.
So don’t blame me,
For the fire that consumes everything.
All I needed to say was spell,
All I could have done was cast the magic.
But you don’t deserve my thoughts,
My tender mercy.
I hate you,
You hate me.
I don’t care anymore,
For you broke my heart.
Never betray a witch,
An unnatural creature.
Its all your fault,
Its all because of you.
Don’t try to smile,
Or speak those once tender words.
Burn in the flames,
Turn to ash,
Become nothing,
For your now the kindling,
A stain of red upon black.
Burn it all away,
Let it turn to ash.
Everything you are,
Everything we had,
Everything that was me;