Seraphim

I feel it enter my soul. Paranoid obsession won't let him 
leave home. 'Cause he's seen her face in the mirror, all 
tattered and torn. Glass bottom words won't leave her 
alone. 'Cause she's seen the angel that kills her. Can't 
see, don't know that the words are creation. Hell bent on 
destruction and lies. Fear's child sells him theory that 
hope is alive... This conflict lies in the back pocket of 
an unnamed angel. Still searching for the sign that 
completes the circle of it's life. Don't know what it finds
 will define it's life from the bottom of it's soul. Is 
your friend OK? Look like the lonely one who wants things 
to change. But things, they change to fast. Held in 
contempt of the righteous. He believes in serrated words. 
Left undisturbed will haunt him forever. Heaven sent, 
chosen few. Stealing the cracks below a screaming trumpet. 
Four heads on six wings that blow the four winds as the 
seventh trumpet sounds. I told that man what you had said 
and he looked at me and lied. Cried and closed his eyes, 
died and drew the line. Time goes as I go and I go high. 
His deed warms me. This darkness caresses me again. The 
sloppy image of painted truth rides through the heart of 
its maker. This man, his ability etched. Sports the 
hemorrhage from her dead
socket. Now we can't wake him.

Through holes in walls these angels walk. Hole in his soul 
this demon breathes. Knows in his heart, the seraphim will 
fall. When the winds die
will the treason still bleed. Who's left holding the 
smoking gun... I am. Cold whispers help burn this sinners 
eyes. Pulls him back to birth. I witness the end. True 
beauty!