welcome to paradise

[we are]
angels born waiting for the day when they will lose their wings,
and fall helpless through the clouds
to patchwork fields
or satin waves
or skyscrapers that dont quite reach.

we are all born into eden
and we all choose
to take that first bite
not knowing what we're losing
till its too late
and the gate closes
leaving the wind freezing
and only sand in sight

there is a wasteland called paradise
there is a cemetery called
heaven, with tattered flags flying from
lonely stones
cracked by
the passing years
stalked by the shadows of trees
words etched inevitably,
faded lovingly,
in the clocktower,
a bell rings

there is only one escape
from this fucking godforsaken disease-ridden prison
there is only one way out
when the angel sheds her last feather
she is given a choice between:
dishonor or suffering
she hasnt decided yet