I stand, 
it hurts,
raining daggers and triple 8?s,
short of breath,
am I dying?
they say you never get over the first one,
I want to,
I?m sick of you,
demonic hurdle,
I wanted your kiss and got it,
but now my mouth and mind 
bleed with lies,
you think you can get him?
I thought my heart was gone, 
I guess you don?t have one,
or it?s made of black ice,
you?re willing to cause so much Crimson Sorrow
to achieve Indigo Happiness for yourself,
Angelic,
maybe in grief-stricken love,
Demonic,
return to your flaming mind, 
and stay away from my Black Ice 
Heart!