One mind tortured and one heart tore,
delving deeper from the crust and into the core,
edging further from Earth and closer to Hell;
just a man with wings, an angel who fell.
delving deeper from the crust and into the core,
edging further from Earth and closer to Hell;
just a man with wings, an angel who fell.
Sorrow, hurt , anger... his only business,
a life of guilt and a dream of forgiveness
but just as no reprieve could be found,
he rose from the ashes and the fate he was bound,
gone was a lover but too was his pains,
rejuvenated from the blood deep in his veins,
his blue eyes reopened from a world moonlit,
life isn't what it makes of you but you of it.
So hunger desire renewed onto him,
not living banished or detested in sin;
not released by the Gods, Pharaohs or Kings,
set free, simply, by his beautiful wings.
Martin Kelly
a life of guilt and a dream of forgiveness
but just as no reprieve could be found,
he rose from the ashes and the fate he was bound,
gone was a lover but too was his pains,
rejuvenated from the blood deep in his veins,
his blue eyes reopened from a world moonlit,
life isn't what it makes of you but you of it.
So hunger desire renewed onto him,
not living banished or detested in sin;
not released by the Gods, Pharaohs or Kings,
set free, simply, by his beautiful wings.
Martin Kelly