Greg Weeks

The Angel Of Death
Condemn (?) everything Flames feed this pain I forget everything It's lost to your name Distant rain As you turn to leave I hate myself And all of my friends Close to your flesh Close to the end Even your starry eyes Can't unseal my fate Close your eyes Until you feel My shaking lips Soft to your skin Why does it seem That dusk rues (? possibly "rules") the day? Night moves the earth And my blood melts away From Letras Mania