DarkRequiem
08-16-2007, 09:46 PM
Thou art the angel and I am the river, dark as the night, never ending night, no starlight, not moon bright, just dark as the soul that inhabits the outer world.
And in the darkness the angel baths, never understanding the taint in this soul of mine, never understanding the longing for the lost treasure that the river can never hold.
And if the moon doth shine, it would reflect upon thy gleaming feathers the pale light of a crying heavenly sin forgotten by mankind.
Rain falls, pearl tears against thy alabaster skin, the crying of the eternally lost gods, forsaken by false worshipers of the new gods, It falls for thee, sweet angel, fully knowing that thou art the treasure, the one the river craves for but will never touch, sweet sinful irony.
Believe me, sweet angel, thou art true, thou art loved, thou art torture to this dark river long lost in his self-inflicted pain, life-long torture.
Believe me, beloved angel, thou art the only sun able to light on fire the depths of its soul, purge it of maddening darkness, my darkness, my loss.
Sweet sapphire of the heavens enlighten the river’s bed, free me from this painful existence, embrace me in death and let me fly.
And the angel drove off, never understanding its importance to the river, leaving me in solitude to forever remember in pain thy touch on my oily skin...
And in the darkness the angel baths, never understanding the taint in this soul of mine, never understanding the longing for the lost treasure that the river can never hold.
And if the moon doth shine, it would reflect upon thy gleaming feathers the pale light of a crying heavenly sin forgotten by mankind.
Rain falls, pearl tears against thy alabaster skin, the crying of the eternally lost gods, forsaken by false worshipers of the new gods, It falls for thee, sweet angel, fully knowing that thou art the treasure, the one the river craves for but will never touch, sweet sinful irony.
Believe me, sweet angel, thou art true, thou art loved, thou art torture to this dark river long lost in his self-inflicted pain, life-long torture.
Believe me, beloved angel, thou art the only sun able to light on fire the depths of its soul, purge it of maddening darkness, my darkness, my loss.
Sweet sapphire of the heavens enlighten the river’s bed, free me from this painful existence, embrace me in death and let me fly.
And the angel drove off, never understanding its importance to the river, leaving me in solitude to forever remember in pain thy touch on my oily skin...