Inversion

Tear From An Angel In Morning

Inversion


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.