They say she's an angel,
the sweetest girl they've ever
seen;
but they don't know about her
amphetamine-driven
dreams.
She preaches self-destruction
as redemption so
pristine.
The elaborate lies she tells
herself are both treacherous and
serene.
They're the hallmarks of a mind
gone mad, the symptoms
of a chaotic childhood
scene.
She's the epitome of dichotomy,
in a world where denial
reigns supreme.
And all her talk of
drugs and blades,
they really don't mean
a thing.
Because the awful truth is
it's too late:

she's a demon
with a hollowed heart, and
nitroglycerin wings.