Blood waves and skies of sickly pale
She left the world and brought me hell
And when the world began to fall
The glass was spilled
And rolled away
Torrential rains inside a marble left on tilt
Drowned in obituaries
And when the end of days comes to set the table still
You can put my memories in a box, cast them off
And hope that the depths don't repel
But your stomachs will
Tell me, the desperate tales of anguish
Did the wolves come down and
Pray for the starving hands of angels
Or was it destined to occur, while
The rest of us lay waiting
For our turn
She was as vivid as her death
Every page like the stories she had read
And as her petals fell, the ground collected red and wilt
(Left in the dirt)
Six feet between the ordinary and nothing felt
(The lessons learned)
Tell me, the desperate tales of anguish
Did the wolves come down and
Pray for the starving hands of angels
Or was it destined to occur, while
The rest of us lay waiting
For our turn
The waters shift
And the clouds are rolling in
Grey pallor
And the lightning strikes again
Gone, in the eye of the storm
Stripped apart, a dissecting turn
Dead
And there's no bringing it back again
Tell me, the desperate tales of anguish
Did the wolves come down and
Pray for the starving hands of angels
Or was it all earned
All while the fools believe in saviors
Would they rip apart their hearts
For a better chance to make it
If their god asked them to
Beg for, the crows to take their faces
Would they take turns
