Angel Wings

Torn apart, ripped away from the light.
We’re tied together at the wrists.
Why do we always stand so close to the window?
The locks rusted off years ago.
A door-less morgue in the heavens, and outsides a seven story slumber.
Don’t just shut your eyes.
Sweet agony is playing her song.
Grand pianos in the corner.
A sweet sonata painting the room black. (This rooms so black)
An autopsy in the mirror.
Don’t just shut your eyes.
Life’s just a series of moments.
Every time I look in the glass I see the distance between the lights and the shadows.
We swore we wouldn’t give it up.
This is all we have.
This is all we have.
You always shined so bright.
This is all we have.
You always shined so bright.
Don’t close your eyes, you always gave it away with your eyes