Christian
Angels blood stained feathers, Is all I seem to see, Dark entombed grey graveyard walls, Where I ever seem to be, Angels rising upwards. From pandoras box filled scenes, Ever fighting whats unreal, And the demons in between, Sounds of Hussain's battles, Or storms at Jacobs well, Battling Demons or Angels, Who cares and who can tell? One long Angels body. lies upon the ground, Like a baby wrapped in wool. Left at the lost and found, Dreams Ive lost forever, Brought him hurling down, The day I turned from truth I knew, Became a battle ground. Arts I thought Id mastered, Dreams I thought Id known, Cackle in the distance, Ask why I feel alone