• The white clouds of the pearl blanket of sky, that seems to stretch for eternity. The blue void of the sun above this broken world, supposedly the only immutable word of sheer beauty. The agony of broken people. And their cries for immortality. My black screams in the infinite mass of nightmare that we call life, the seemingly pointless existence of emotion, my heart, beating only for the sake of others. And the white perfection of the clouds, angels gliding along them.
    The tears I have shed.
    The life I have led.
    The emotions that lay broken in my chest.
    And as I observe this world. As the shadow that has fell upon this sea of souls all chained to eachother by the connection the Angels call 'love'.
    I continuously wander through this world of ghosts,
    I find you.
    The single, living being of the word 'perfection'.
    Under the layers of drowning souls, seeking a hand to pull them out, lay the parraleled perfection of salvation.
    The rioting hunger that burns in my heart. The scar from the knife I've had to pull out of my chest so many times, has finally healed. Because I have found my hand, I have found an Angel that has fell from the cloud. A fragment of the beauty that has fell from the sky. The missing peice in the void of heaven.
    Amongst the pain of it all. Is the love I have.
    Amongst the agony of every day. Is the wave of releif I feel.
    Amongst the stitches of my past. Is the time where all I think about is what that angel makes me feel.
    Amongst life. Is you

    When I came into this world, I felt.
    When I found the wrong people, and I became lost in the sea. I became lost in the void, my ribcage became broken into peices, my heart was peirced by the knife the ghosts of my life had thrust into me. I couldn't wake from my nightmare of broken feelings.
    Now. I awake.
    I escape from death.
    I'm brought alive by you're aura. You're wings taking me under. My eyes finally open.
    My heart finally starts beating.
    Because of you.
    I live again

    I couldn't begin to say,
    There is an infinite amount of words caught up in my throat that are desperate to come out. Scratching at my tongue. I feel the chills up and down my spine, as I'm pulled out of the snow into the ember fire burning within. I hear a name calling me
    The voice of a white noise,
    You're name drowning in sheer thoughts of waking up.
    The Obsidian stone of night.
    The Ocean blue sky of day.
    The White frosty snow of winter.
    The Colour of Autumn leaves.
    The Red army of Roses in the gardens of France.
    I couldn't begin to say, how it doesn't compare. How it would be impossible to find the vocabulary in a dictionary.
    Indescribable subliminality, Insurmountably created beauty,
    Inevitable Life among death

    This blaze, that burns inside isn't what I'm used to,
    having to beleive in the Angel on my shoulder.
    When I think about this, about what I could have. I know the fading life I'm overencumbered by can be saved.