Seek the Rapture

Cut on the blood from an angels breath
Bathe in the black tears that fall from the sky
Carry the forsaken with arms that are broken
Simple pleasures appease the heart
Littering the steps on which I walk

Worn on a chain of silken sorrows
Martyrdom immortalises the crisis
Blink in sequence view the helter skelter
For in days we will be forgotten
Buoyed in rivers of blood that flow

One last kiss of tomorrows lips
Reflected on pools of halcyon lust
Catch the image through the unseen truths
Heard on the deaf eyes of the mute masses
Tripping out until the end of all times