Stricken

Sitting in this cold room lights burning my eyes.

Can't even Breathe-I see the pain of my enemies as they cling to life.

The streets are lonely an painted with innocent blood that's been spilled.

One man's pain is another mans pleasure,
One man's trash is the next's one's treasure.

They say that the music influences us to put our enemies in a box.

If you rock the wrong colors watch the gates of hell unlock.

Like an addict first pulled off his addiction
you've been stricken as your blood starts to thicken

Burned wings

The sound of screams Surround the soulless.

Watch the villains become victims.

As he walks up to me fist clenched with a devilish grin sent down a arch angel to burn away her

wings an let her watch as all her sins were carved deep within me as she had been isolated .

She now walks amongst us in plain sight not knowing that i did my

best to pry all the evil from her chest.
I want nothing but for her to walk on the clouds with the others.

As this war between heaven an hell reaches the streets

as i sit here with her an bask in defeat.

She no longer believed that my pain could be relieved so she sought to save me an fly away she loaded the chamber an let the bullet find its own way.

I watch as the soul faded away an her wings seared away. that night the angel lost her heart an her wings