In my sanity, my threshold, I surrender. Banish me from your family, a simple request from a faithless boy. A god to take my father, in my recklessness.
I saw a angel once but she was godless. A hint of sorrow within her eyes when she flew home. I told her, ‘Kiss me,you’re beautiful’ but she desired a feeling that her mother’s god had stolen. Something that I couldn’t replace, not with my love. So she fall asleep upon that dirty sewer with her violin, her soul’s lover.And upon that faint morning, as the phantom train made its return, I awoke to the same incessant chatter, whereupon I read upon her misfortune, and realized her soft violin wil not make angel’s music, nevermore