I sink into this ecstasy of pain..When this blood flows out these veins..
My conscience pronounces guilty..
I dread that night when it all went wrong..
I sought blood from my angel..
Silent tears crash around me now..
Call me a sinner and I am no saint..
As I blow away ashes from the shadows of the past..
Let me now cry before the tomb of the sufferer..
The soul heals to the voice of the angel..
And The Broken Angel now weeps..
Forbidden sins decorate my palm,
Caricature of lies.. embrace me no more..
The White wings are torn and I tore it again..
3 comments:
its great...but the white wings are not torn, its just our grief which has untied them from us...tie them and you will touch the sky again, you can feel the waves again, you can hear the words again...which are not uttered, although thought about....
nice one...
its beautiful!!
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