Upon the dusty shelves I spread my feelings
Dark, ritualistic grains of power left alone
And you, without a worry in this world
You’re nothing else than my angel’s clone.
So beautiful, yet so macabre
With your closed eyes to see me through
I wonder how you got up there
Am I imagining or this is you…
Are you watching over me right now
Is this your escape plan from them?
Or something makes you stay in here
Reminding you of life’s sacred gem…
Whatever the right answer is
I’ll miss you til the end of days
I’ll seek for you on rainy mornings
“I’m just your angel’s clone” she says…