A tear running down
The mask it bloomed
Sprouting from torn wings
Unlike others, I'm stuck in the hanging garden of sandcastles
Demonic flowers
Are blooming in the field of tears
Greased by the poisoned rain
Of my mind
Unlike me, you have the white wings to fly
Instead, I'm abandoned in this weeping angels soul
Crying poisonous tears
The statue sprouts green masks
Fake faced and decimated
My wings are torn apart
By the eyes of demons
And the tears of my past
My cracked appearance
Is no longer veiled by my mask of tears
The frozen hand on the clock of flowers
Is unable to advance in time without her
Living in a body that tries to live
But a mind that tries to die
I'm irrelevant to the suffering
Inside my mask of tears lies hidden ashes
God loves me
How can He love a dead man?
The demon in red has conquered my remaining tears
Making them bloom as blooded leaves
Without her
My hidden ashes can't remain as cracks
But as a sanity of my former self
I'm too dangerous
I've never found myself
In the field of tears
I was never there
I was trapped inside my own hidden ashes
Behind their selfless mask
Lies a demon in red
Forsaken and abandoned
It wears tears like a scent
Segregation is the dead leaves
Exposing the demon in red
Isolated by the heartbeats of cruelty
Broken by the souls it's fed
The tears it wept
Blooms in black wings
Forested by the selfishness it's kept
It masks the isolation of flowered souls
Only have one life to change it
Face the demonized cracks
And force the hellion in its pit
And rip away its selfish black wings
Looking into its eyes
I see no flowers
But weeping statues
And the soul of the burned sandcastle I was hung in
The way to its soul
Is at the end of the weeping staue's blooded tears
Inside the statue's soul
Is the remains of burned fears
The green blood it seeps into my cracked mask
Is a poisonous flower
Its tears are not bloomed
But disseminated into frozen heartbeats
Hell is not its domain
My mind is its breeding ground
As more poisoned souls are birthed
My tears turn green
