Magenta Pt.1

She dies.

My [Magenta] so divine

Write my warning she is mine

Flowing contours of her form

In her blood they are adorned

See the outline of her nose

Why she weeps now no one knows

Shut her eyelids; devil's fingers

Breathe in; hope that her scent lingers

Carve my name in pallid skin

Angel's body; devil's sin

Rest in scarlet pools below

Be covered in pale sheets of snow

[Magenta] covered by the frost

Now her memories are lost

And I have found them in the cold

With her body white and bold.

Author's Note

These are the lyrics to a song that I wrote when I was in a (rather lame) band that my friend and I made when we were in Middle School. Yeah, we never played it.