You

You

You pulled me out me out of my wishing hell,
Screaming you pushed me to the edge.
The cloud of hate that you stuffed down my throat is choking me.
You took the stars out of the sky and buried them in my back,
Why don't you open your eyes so I can throw them back?
You made me feel like a queen in the land of the dead.
My gothic fantasies were played out for the last time.
I flew on a chariot of gold over a broken, torn planet.
You made me so beautiful, only then to discard me like a puppet.
I was the one that stole your suicide,and to the world you are dead,
But you have all of eternity to remember.
And as the beautiful chorus dies,
You will not be there.