of demons and angels
what were you?
to me
of knights and their hidden fright
who am I? I ask
as it echoes in my mind
with more questions than the answer
I sought
I sought in you
were you a fallen angel?
you've tasted the grace
of paradise
ain't nothing to please you here
but a promise to return
and in this abyss of blue
I'm thinking of you
in this shaded dream
black flower that blossom in a
nightmare of rust
that doesn't warrant
I'm in your thought too
it only ensures
endures
one last pump of agony
until I hit the bottom
of darkened reverie
and to find peace
every artist
and every lover
must make his masterpiece
mine was
hatred
finding my way again
finding myself again
in a hundred million faces
in an endless masks
I've put on
to hide
in a thousand times I lied
secretly wept and cried
with no one to console me
I remembered you
Wow, just wow x