Withering wings of a fallen angel,
Landing at your feet,
Reaching out as she screams for you,
Pleading for your forgiveness,
You wont accept my lord,
For your heart is made of ice,
Eyes so cold and distant,
As you watch her burn before you,
A love you thought you had found,
Blank canvas of her life,
It has been painted by your sins,
Her life was taken by her guilt,
A guilt you placed on her,
Ripping her from this peace,
A cold touch,
Of this fallen angels death. |
