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Dream On (Decaying Angel)

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Deadside Dreams

PostPosted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:49 pm


An angel fell from grace today
And cut out his eyes to never see
The world that he was forced to live in
And all the things he could never be

He makes his way through city streets
And along back country roads
All alone and wondering of
The fate of his, yet to unfold

He sits and wonders to himself
How much longer can we last
In a world that's always changing
Before we're murdered by the past?

You'll never know what the angel saw
When he took his eyes
Or the nights he spent alone
With gunshots for his lullabies

Like some plagued insomniac
He swears he never sleeps
But he always seems to slip away
And then he starts to dream

He dreams of the life that he once had
And of the love that he once held
Lost just like a sinner's heart
And distant, fading wedding bells

When morning comes, he travels on
In search of things to make him real
But his solace can't be found
Just like the love he'll never feel

He wanders on, blind and alone
With nothing but his memories
Of living life within a lie
Concealing past atrocities

He's burning from the inside out
With things he's dying to confess
And distant thoughts of a pretty girl
The one he's dying to caress

He'd sell his soul to see once more
His life before he lost it all
And the world that turned its back
On him the day he took the fall

He wished that he could end his pain
He wished his life less dark
He wished to go back to a time
A time before he fell apart

Back to a time where love was blind
Far away from that horrid place
But the past will always chase him
And he'll never win that race

So he took a blade and killed himself
Alone, without a friend
And as his world fades into dark
Thats where this story ends

He woke up shaking, drenched in sweat
In his bed with her once more
He looked and saw here laying there
The one he had been longing for

For all his years, he won't forget
Everything he's seen
Or the life that he spent blind
All within his tortured dreams

But the fear is ever-present
On the nights that he dreams on
He'll wake to fine that he's still blind
He'll wake up and she'll be gone
PostPosted: Wed May 30, 2007 11:39 am


Sad and a little spooky. I like it.

Angel Bruja

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