Misery reacts, and retracts common facts…
Brought her back to life, to find it’s a memory relapsed.
Collapsed in a heap, of roses as I weep,
As the angel of past poses in my dreamless sleep.
Turn back time; only to realise the clock has faded,
She says music sooths, but how many times can I play it?
Dancing on broken glass to the rhythm of hearts shaded
latent iniquity keeps the reflections of her mind gated
I am that wickedness which thrives in her catacombs
So if you break her tears in half, she doesn't stand alone
Says she wants to open my eyes, so I can stare at life
but I'd rather be blind than follow the steps to her paradigm
I freeze in my footsteps, reverse ice from my stare…
The guitars necks broken, so I guess the noose remains there.
Piercing anger, covered up by names shamed,
She gets a pearly gate, where as I remain framed.
Image reflects pain, yet even though it hurts me,
I still smile under life’s poety, as we dance through eternity.
She's the heaven I loved, the sincerity of beauty
Her life is gone, but her breath radiates through me
I miss her eyes, and how they reflected the sun
Sure I believe in angels,
I was infected by one.