Dead Angel
Sitting on the wings of the demon.
Riding the winds of hell.
Call to me. my angel.
My dead angel...
Hunger for me.
Like I hungered for you.
Feel my pain,
As you rip out my heart.
Walking away was the hardest thing.
Letting you die to me.
For that is what you are.
A dead love.
I can not accept the fact.
That all was a lie.
I can not let myself be used.
So you have died.
And I can still hear your voice.
Ringing in my ears.
Your laughter...
You saying you love me.
And it pains me now.
To think that i believed
To know that I allowed myself.
To love you in return.
I knew you would be my death
I saw the blade in your hand.
And yet i embraced you anyway.
Just took longer then expected.
But now it comes.
The lies are done.
And I will walk away.
As you die to me...
And i hear you call.
You call to me...
My angel...
My dead angel...
M. Swanson
© 2000