~dripping~

I may have created the light
but I am breathing in the dark

giving to a mad world
giving to a sleeping world

all you seek can be found in a paper cup
all the lies that you live drip like venom from your tounge

do you think the average person really cares about Gabriel's wings?
do you really think that they see the light swell beyond the grey?

and it burns right through
it couldn't be more obvious

the angels play dead for you
would you stop their singing too?

trip and fall again
see how they laugh again

a life always waiting for you
just behind the sharpest blue

All of this you do not see
but this is how I dream

Does the red in my roses bleed too much for you?