Black Wings

Since the gold as bound to drown
a tearful rest falled from the silver sky
our love turn to rust, aside he dies
alone he cries for redemption nevermore

Frail to embrace the coldest soul
where a heart breeds to bleed all love to death
sadness is doing her job well, whatching the burn
of jewels undone in the fire of hate

High speed on fragile tracks
trough the blood once divine
crushed against the devil's eyes
another pair won black wings

By: DarkCapricorn