| Anomi |
| A tear in the cloth The angels weep As u lift the reaper unsheathed A shaking hand Love obscure The reaper smiles upon you A glowing eye Your eyes tear up Though omitted, Blood silks your face . . . Mary Heated. A slip Blood drowns your hand Overwelm hysteria A step closer You look to your torture heart Only that one lock of love Cut from your life amour Remains. From the growing luster of her Breaking the truth Illict your soul Grim, the reaper Choked in her silk To your illum, Touch your soul... A cry of desperate Shock�s weave light Illuminate. The seraph escapes, Only remains a silk pair A true rip in the cloth, Cry her blood-stained silk |