I wrote once of angels, for that is what I knew.
Then of hatred and darkness
found my friends amonst all you.

My dreams still fly from moon to gentle moon
The dire charms of lives so undressed,
Fall backwards gleaming, into the blackness swoon.

Drive that flaming, bitter brand hard into my skin
Tattoo the searing flesh, and burning darkly best.
Echoes and ghosts of death all show me where you've been.

Now the mark I scratch at bleeds, drips lightly dead,
Falling ribbons mark the grisley site, bared against my chest.
While my satin pillow, draped in silk, wants to hold my head.

Silver drops against my thoughts, race across the page
While dreams dance solid against my mind, at my love's behest
I can feel the world, standing firm against this braid.

If you would hold a gentle sway, and see the past,
follow the stars around the horizon until their gentle rest
And search the brightest and ignore, the dim is me, everlast