• Angels pass falling into despair,
    Willful weeping the heart will tear.
    Since when is our world fair?
    The way of things is to dare.
    She throws herself into lucid dreams.
    To drive away her soul’s screams.
    As the universe split it’s seams.
    She does fair only as she deems.
    Cry not as the earth is torn sunder.
    Didn’t you always wonder,
    When our earth would meet the blunder
    Of man’s spell she’s lying under?
    Who are we to see the cryptic heart of tragedy.
    Who can we really be?
    She who stares straight through me.
    Will we never really see?