Inversion Tears Of Blood From An Angel In Mourning
Beyond a thread of recognition
lies a decimated frame
screams tear the evening soul
she looks upon the purity
Mindless method leads
to dissatisfaction
death, not drinking
from the cup
In angelic mourning she is weeping
alabaster face is streaked with sanguine tears
fragile bodies writhe in pain
and fill her skies
Mindless method leads
to dissatisfaction
death, not drinking
from the cup
Tears that burn
Blood that stains
Searing screaming
That is yours
You are soaring on the wings of reprobation
to a dying, distant place
fading home of the undead
now look upon the purity
Bones de-marrowed turn to apathetic dust
She is looking down
Now only blood is left.