Tear From An Angel In Morning

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.