Sleeping angel tossed among silk pillows,

Dreams of triumph

Although building up inside

Is this heavy sickness

Soaking up like cold blood into a sponge.

Tragic angel-boy,

Crying hot tears

Into scarred hands

Silent screams

No one understands.

The dying flowers wreathed in smoke

Sighing singer, come into my darkness

Find your power here

Bound and broken here

Shattered glass on the floor.

With wide staring eyes; seeing nothing

Light fades from pretty eyes

Listen close, precious angel-boy:

The dark is so oppressive it can block out your screams.