Whispers of angels
they waltz again within my head
vespers of promise
to call then bleakly fade as bled
In her fragile fingers
my limp body lingers
I close my eyes
Whispers of angels
remain athirst for her romance
thus nears the noontide
a web of breathless demon dance
moistened to the marrow
numbness into sorrow
pallid skin to crystalline
they waltz again within my head
vespers of promise
to call then bleakly fade as bled
In her fragile fingers
my limp body lingers
I close my eyes
Whispers of angels
remain athirst for her romance
thus nears the noontide
a web of breathless demon dance
moistened to the marrow
numbness into sorrow
pallid skin to crystalline