Emotions pouring through her, faster then blood, form love to hate then back again.
Her smile was fake, though her laugh was really real, her name was her own but her life was not. She smiles at fate, she dances with death, and she plays in peace but sings with war.
Her eyes, like diamonds, shines with the lust of every whisper that falls from her blood red lips.
And she stood in the night, with rain pouring down, face raised to the sky, lightning flashing across, lighting her face. The cold rain ran down her body, making her clothes cling to her skin, her lips parted softly, a sigh lost in the wind.
Her smile was fake, her laugh was real, her name was her own but her life was not.
Fate, death, peace, war, it's all the same at Heaven's door.