A pair of cracked snowflakes bleed behind a veil of crimson butterflies 
Her face is a heaven littered with dead angels i bathed in their blood 
Slept upon their severed wings imagining a place called innocence 
I see flashes of pale skin writhing in bruised ecstasy 
I am the immortal disciple of a dying god 
Each time she forgives me it becomes easier 
Her smile has gone and in the bedroom 
There is only the hollow scraping of skeletal lovers dreaming of skin