The flame in her heart was bright, it was brighter than any light. She was the star, the angel from afar. Golden hair, skin as fair, her name — Claire.
Was, she was. Now, pain, she is.
Knife down, twisted couple.
Her face a frown, down the gutter.
No longer a star, but extinguished rock,
Floated afar, no longer can walk.
Lifeless she seems, as grey as can be.
Soul seeped through seems, locked, was not free.
Fake; she is, real; she was.
A frown behind the smile,
Fake, deceive the devil,
A crown where thorns file,
Real, lie like a rebel.
Broken, torn, shred apart.
Woken, worn, strike to the heart.