You were the boy my mother never wanted me to meet
I was left broken and torn lying at your feet,
And the purest light couldn't shine bright enough upon us.
I could of been your angel,
But you were too dumb to speak,
And as we got nearer, the visions became clearer.
Now I'm kneeling and weeping,
Please just hold me, even if your eyes may water
Because it's a crying shame
What we became.
Words ****** your throat,
And I scream ****** ******,
As the arches crumble,
And up the hill we stumble.
We are golden no more, smiling in our own blood,
Caught in a whirlwind, reaching towards heaven.
Standing on trial like a painted canvas,
An eternal testament to how we are so animistic,
And I bow my head in the morning light,
I hold your hand and kiss your eyes one last time,
Before our love is left to die.