In alta lume.

[DeDal N.]

Descending Angel

*

A scent.
Randomly chosen, between those walls
My home was for so long
And in your presence I am so strong
But even so, the greatest falls,
So I got bent.

Wanting to hate you instead of us
You reached out and you killed
And sliced into my mind
The reason for being so kind,
For soon my senses were so filled
Without making a fuss.

Your scent
Has guided me into a place,
A hidden sort of thinking maze
And without their weak consent
You used them to show me bad blood,
The real face of your true sin,
Hitting bars, your own made flood
And truly, I was sinking in.

My fear of people has grown weak
After your sacrifice.
You had them hiding just like mice,
Baptising me in red and hope
And numb that was so sweet.

**

Descending Angel is my name
Like fantasies that went and came.
That's what you answered when
I asked. But still, back then
I saw you masked
And tried to break it all until
Your own promise made me still.
Forget the past, forget it all,
Try life again and make me fall!

I cracked your wings and walked away
Not understanding, truth be told
You didn't care that I was cold
As long as you could try and fold
Pieces of me and put togheter,
A version I thought to be better,
Making me crawl, making me stay.

Come. Take your end from us and see
How I had enough hate for both
And the truth you haven't told
Was could I or could we be.