Its ok to fall.
But ask yourself why did you fail.
why are you not screaming?
your falling so fast.
Why close your eyes?
You can't change the past.
Why were you not screaming as they rolled her away?
Why were you silent on that day?
Is it the guilt that's making you fall?
Weighting you down?
your not wailing at all?
They all say its not your fault what happened that day.
But what's in your heart won't change as you say.
Plant your feet.
Hold the pain like a cross.
celebrate love.
Avenge all you lost.
And on your way you just may find, that you will grow stronger.
body and mind.
And the cross will be lifted.
oh you will still be attached.
But with honor restored.
Your pain will be past.
And maybe at last, you can see her again.
In a place of peace devoid of sin.

Her hair could catch fire to the wind.
Her emerald eyes gave her name away, made the earth stand still every day.
Her body was the sun, she said I was "the one" now I wish to god I wasn't because all that's good is gone.
she didn't leave me without trace of sin, my tears carry on the wind. She left a fire in my soul. Even if she's dead and gone she
didn't leave an empty hole. I can now stand atop the moral totem pole, and god can play his games. But I will only answer when she calls my name.

In my youth I was a poet. Words stitched worlds. Virtue was the currency, music was Devine. Fire ment light, not bullets in flight. And angels were children, not camo coated knights.
Slowly age comes, and more of death we fear. Devils from a dessert land turn castles into ash and sand.
A angel on its way. But its wings are clay.
Icarus did fall, and on the
way to earth. He spoke of another, a lifetime away. About what he all ways feared. You see Dante was right.there is no reason left to fight. And a quite voice whispers near about earth's heathens. "The earth is another form of hell and the angels act like demons.

I do not write words of passion or sorrow, I write them for thoughts who won't see tomorrow. For she was my angel who fell from grace, ice to my fire she left not a trace. I am Able, Electra, shadow and fire. I come for thoughts who evil inspires. The fire in my belly is quite literal. my friends are the 4, there are worse things then death, and worse things than war. 7 sins and 9 ways to hell. I will be there as well. I will becon you here as a angel on fire, I will carve a path in your blood to my little hell.  And we will rest here forever. Now isn't that swell.