Lonely Angel
What is it for, when we wander alone?
Staring at the ocean, tumultuous
Yet not really seeing it
And the silent assassin gains the lives of all eventually.
She is so beautiful, but what is seen
Breaks the hearts and lives of many.
Is she still beautiful?
The wandering angel, with the dark wings.
The shadows under her eyes are her real identity,
Hidden from the world.
Truly beautiful, only when her body is broken and scattered
And mourned for falsely.
Like she mattered.
A travesty.
The timeless war marches on, never stopping.
Break her fingers to satisfy the thirst,
And crush her eternally child-like body into dust.
Flames lick the inside of her throat,
And yet I sit by her, and hold her hand, her soul.
I can't let her hurt, though she wants to.
I am the shadows under her eyes.
The war rages inside my head; I feel the lost ones dying over and over.
She is dying, but she is immortal.
Her pain is mine to share.
Staring at the ocean, tumultuous
Yet not really seeing it
And the silent assassin gains the lives of all eventually.
She is so beautiful, but what is seen
Breaks the hearts and lives of many.
Is she still beautiful?
The wandering angel, with the dark wings.
The shadows under her eyes are her real identity,
Hidden from the world.
Truly beautiful, only when her body is broken and scattered
And mourned for falsely.
Like she mattered.
A travesty.
The timeless war marches on, never stopping.
Break her fingers to satisfy the thirst,
And crush her eternally child-like body into dust.
Flames lick the inside of her throat,
And yet I sit by her, and hold her hand, her soul.
I can't let her hurt, though she wants to.
I am the shadows under her eyes.
The war rages inside my head; I feel the lost ones dying over and over.
She is dying, but she is immortal.
Her pain is mine to share.