and your halo can be seen on november nights before the car starts when our breath is cold in the air and, for a moment, your words can be seen instead of felt.
Cold as the winter Snow Demons of my dreams Why? Won’t you leave me alone Allow me to grow You weighing me down With your burning brimstone I can’t condone Taking the little good I have To the trash it gets thrown I wish to break free And let the good in me flow I wish to disown This feeling’s so cold Please, I beg you to just let me go I’m through with this horror show I think that it’s time To resurrect …..my halo
I circle around the halo That stirs what lies below. Spinning now Only excess materialises in belief form. What is it about the chimera you construct For those that don’t exist? Gasping and grasping on Slivers from a murdered past You insist on perfecting gems in souls Where there are none. Let it rest my friend … or not For the fury of Zenobia Is still lighting What remains of your life And mine.
she was shadow cast born of dark eyes like jewels and a starry night sky night dew as her tears moon dust in her lungs the moths were her butterflies fireflies, her halo she was shadow cast
You can always tell the Devil's cheating halo, It's the color never seen within a rainbow. You can always tell the Devil's cheating halo, It's the dark one. It's the color of sin.
Your warmth, shining halo, Makes light of the weight of the world, And they hold me up, hoping I'll be able to stand on my own - grounded, but flying, And just as, if not, warmer.
