The Commentator's Despair - 7 Angels 7 Plagues

Reflection in her tears

I can still feel that sigh of relief

Confided

Confided in me, I feel

Safe in your arms

In your arms, your

The picture in her mind

With the reinvented fear

That had long since settled

Deep in her, deep in her inside

I wish I knew, I wish I knew your feelings

I cannot catch the depth

I can only merely

Scratch the surface

Are, are your dreams, are they sweet?

Filled with all those precious memories

Of the spirit you’ve destroyed

Contracted is a most horrifying infection

That’s robbed security and destroyed all trust

My heart burns true, I am forever changed

The sun is black, and I am ashamed

My heart burns true, I am forever changed

The sun is black, and I am ashamed

I’m ashamed, ashamed, I’m ashamed

Like her, this will never leave me

Oh precious memories

Like her, this will never leave me

Oh precious memories