There is a black hole inside of my chest

He cannot see it, perhaps for the best

I am so unworthy of all of his light

Can a sunbeam ever love the Queen of the Night?

I’m damaged beyond what I want him to know

The achings I live with do nothing but grow

He’d vanish at once in the very hour

That the Queen of the Night showed the whole of her power

I am the serpent, disguised as a dove

Bringing nothing but pain where I’m meaning to love

If he’s wise, he will choose this moment to take flight

Rather than be destroyed by the Queen of the Night