Beauty Is a Destructive Angel

Dear angel you broke my heart and for now I feel sick to the stomach

Dear angel you broke my heart and for now I hate myself

Dear angel you broke my heart and for now, now I hate you

Beauty is a destructive angel

Beauty is a destructive angel

For now we are enemies until I wake from another death

Until I forget

Until the wound scars

Until you wish for me back

Until I don't remember your face

Until my heart beats again

I loved you

I loved you like a disease

A love that had to burn out for me to survive

I awoke from the hell like a drowning man fighting for the air above

And I realised that knives don't cut as deep as broken dreams

So I started reading memoirs of dead artists

To learn from their mistakes

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