She has the moon in her eyes
and death in her smile.
She holds me when I call out her name.
She is a ghost but she isn't quite dead,
she lives in our heads.
When the screams come we are to blame.
I was a child when she rose from her grave.
Such power she gave.
Never again shall I cry.
I bled for her and so she is mine
for all of my time.
Now lambs will burn and fairies will die.
She is my love, my death, my angel of fire,
my secret desires.
I hold her in my darkest of dreams.
She is everything you ever could fear.
She's all that is real,
and she is closer than you want to believe.