Lies and Ambition

On a cliff of a painted world,
Stands a girl with fiery hair,
And the dark tentacles of ambition.

She hath no sorrow or hatred,
No pity or soul,
Only an empty body of lies and temptation.

Art thou not responsible for glass tears,
And thy death of purity?
And for the endless grief.

As for thee,
So cruel and ungodly,
Shall be willing to live these fruitless nights alone.