Sailing On Broken Wings

Half of the sky is broken
appart heart from heart
Half of the world is broken
appart from end to start

And in the blue storm of nothingness
dead blossoms grow and bloom on endless
And in the void of eternal mysteries
They feed and rebuild my old nemesis

Between two voids I sail on broken wings
into the abyss of my own mind
And all the pleasure and pain it brings
is somehow not of my kind

Half of my life is given away
shared with the greedy deamons of control
Half of my life is taken away
Devoured by the desire within my own soul

Chaos broke appart to its antithesis
And on broken wings I sail into a new dawn
Order rebuild and prepared to die as is
leaving flesh and blood, creating a new spawn

What was left was the nothingness I desired
as hollow as I feel myself
Like the vase with dead blooms which I aspired
A entity for me to delve

Into
the blue storm of nothingness
Into
my church of mind to confess

Between two voids I sail on broken wings
into the abyss of my own mind
And all the pleasure and pain it brings
is somehow not of my kind

For it was not to be feeled by man
nor to be seen or heard
Only fallen angels should and can
experience this hurt

Chaos broke appart to its antithesis
And on broken wings I sail into a new dawn
Order rebuild and prepared to die as is
leaving flesh and blood, creating a new spawn