It's bleeding,
in the simplest way of explaining.
Not something extreme as a wrist that bleeds,
for this one's heart is the only constant hurt, oh, how it weeps.
Screaming in agony over a patronizing love,
for he believes others like I have sinned, not welcomed by above.
He would know best where I'd lay,
eternal rest unspoken, demons aren't kept at bay.
Here is where the darkness hides,
waiting for true feelings to finally decide.
Should this one stand at his white wings,
or wait for when the pendulum swings.
At ropes end, one cries,
the other will preach, how darkness spies.
Upon a holy light, one has fallen,
darkness has finally been drawn in,
this one shall be found guilty of this last sin.
On raven wings they shall scream,
as secrets are kept, happiness is found, in only a dream.
