angels

Angels


If hate a friend and love a foe, death the swan and life the crow,
Then satin good and god is bad, some would say this makes them sad,
The flowers burn and melt our skin, while pits of flame remove our sin,
In a time where wrong is right, I find a reason for the light,
The waves of tide rise and fall, the same to come with lives of all,
An angels corpse to drift at sea, quietly she whispers her lonesome plea.

“Filled with love I find is hell, there I’d wish my spirit dwell,
But then again life is not fair, to fall in love I would not dare,
A man I know who loves me so, a demon yes who’s name is Snowe,
Angels love in hate alone, thus a reason to turn to bone,
A corpse to rot within a grave, this is how we are saved.”