Ready To Breathe…

Wings; they flew up high,

They tattooed my scars and turned them into dreams,

Dreams; turquoise skies,

I held that angelic hand, now I find myself ready to breathe.

I dressed as an angel, but I got high like a demon,

Smoke rings around my neck, the blood was streaming,

Son of god striked a nerve, like religion grieving the world,

Was this a sadistic peep show?

Was I craving a darkened curse?

Faces changed from heavy to hollow, Concrete ceiling held all sorrow,

Death left a sacred symbol of a tomorrow,

Forging a legacy to which society will follow,

Daylight shed light on tones of humanity,

Moonlight bestowed a raging thirst for insanity!

Was this a passionate generation?

Was I craving an incarcerated mortality?

A symphony of stars danced in the dark mass, falling down to drench my soul,

Once again, glass shards left scars on a dancing devil, awaiting that grieving crow,

I sacrificed my bleeding heart, no needle was going to stop the bleeding,

A flickering candle, a lifeless animal, but here I am, a silhouette and still breathing.

I'm still breathing,

Breathing life?

Breathless!

Squeezing life out of my body,

An outer being consumes my solice,

It betrayed me by killing a holy promise!

Cloud's form above, crashing into virgin air,

Purity is born within my lungs, and truth was laid bare.

Wings; they flew up high,

They tattooed my scars and turned them into dreams,

Dreams; turquoise skies,

I held that angelic hand, now I find myself ready to breathe.

I find myself ready to breathe...