Learning to love a disaster
Direct your soul in the essence of light
To draw the blood of the master
The stains on your wings now carry the fray
Tell that she
Embraced the glory vengeance brings
Hold, curl in tight
Illuminate the light
Can I get myself out from underneath this guilt that will crush me?
In the choir, I saw our sad Messiah.
He was bored and tired of my laments.
He said, “I died for you one time, but never again.”
I hope some day we meet again, under different circumstances, maybe. Maybe just as friends. As lovers, I shattered you and even though you’ll never see it, picking up the pieces cut my hands up, too.