To sit still in the darkness again
Velvet flowing from the Heavens
Graped over golden arms
Revealing a fallen angel
Perked on trees that were
Crying with perfect pitch
Gathering up our souls
Preparing for her feast
Gladly we are devoured
Sitting in the darkness
Watching an angel cry

Speaking false words as truths

Engaging emotions like chemical warefare

Shredding my last bit of humanity
Reinventing the burning triangle
Call me out of the dark
Feast upon what is left