Hung From A Chandelier

Gnawing at our very hearts
Whilst we lay upon the ground
The emotions have simply vanished
What a sweet feeling it is
The freedom of an open mind

The sweet denial we once caressed
As we shuddered and wept
Never understanding or searching
To find this angel of beauty
This being who could forever aid us
And help our futile attempts at purity

Secrecy locked amongst our blood
Slipping amongst our organs
A poising existence that invaded our lungs
Whilst our vessels screeched in pain

Yet I looked above and saw a mighty angel
Waiting to take my hand upon the autumn evening
You've stood whilst I hate and watched my foolish ways
For I am a self righteous one
And I have lost my way
I beg of you to aid me, to help me in my plight
My dear angel, my sweetest demon

And to this my friend, you have
We lie together upon this bed of autumn leaves
The wound you cause has begun to rust
But the revelation is too beautiful
And slowly the mercy drains away
These claws digging into my skull
Whilst I obeyed and crossed my arms

Run this water down with my blood
Become silent, like this dawn
The roof is ever so far away
And reality is a crude concept
The wound is rusting, yet you refuse to stitch
But instead make me watch
Whilst my beating heart hangs from the chandelier
Blood slipping towards the floor
The hatred and the mercy dripping away as I sigh