When I awake there will be no angels to help me
They wont be there to save me.
So shall I play with death?
Let the candle flam burn so high.
Let the burns sink in.
Let pain in begin my suffering
For no angels are in my light
None in which they care.
No angels for my love
My love is gone no love
Blades and ice
Let it all go
Don’t wake with the angels there
Run through thorns to see the end
BE so innocent like a little child
SO helpless
Like a rose in winter there is no more….
I am no longer a piece of who I am
Sweet love so gone


 
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