Suicide Girl

She turned up in a party dress, Like a ray of hope with mild contempt

I could never say I'm not impressed, As she walked upon the scene

The room took on a different hue, The voices dropped as if on cue

With violent reds and bolts of blue, she brings the room to life

She bites the fingers feeding her, And laughs cause it amuses her

She takes the life that's chosen her, Beware there's suicide in her

She breaks the rules that hold her down, She leaves her mark on every town

And raises hell at curtain call, But watch the crowd bend down

Fallen angels, works of art, Razor smiles and broken hearts

Bleeding souls, raging fires, objects of dark heart desires