can I breath your life?
Must i sing of despair?
so tired...so very tired
of these acursed tears of my sin
must my punishment be always to dwell within my own fears
surrounded by my mistakes...
falling, falling, i cannot breath.
cursed and forever damned by the blood that runs in my veins...so fragile
taunts and jeers, must i be this weak...
weak emotions all humans posses
my wings are my dreams...yet they have broken
decending far into the moonlite night,
the heavens stained with my blood and theirs
the moon...crimson from my deeds of darkness
must i dwell here?
within the compounds of my heart?
judgement covers my hands, so dark and red
convulsions of what i used to be...spin around me
blurring my judgement
and i stand now, amongst my enemies...
their bodies, so grossly re-configured...
what have i done?