Torn from Perfection

Pierce the skin so I can feel something Dark clouds bloom in dreams Marking my enemies as they approach the sky Forced to live Just to die Just to die Through the field of whispers A single choice remains Lying in the embers of my shame The fear takes your mind as its own One and the same, it calls you home Voices below Rise from the core A temple of peace Now a weapon of war Torn from perfеction Held in stasis I linger endlеssly Under the sun Reaching for warmth Power slips from my grasp Dark clouds bloom inside my dreams God's hands come down to clip my wings Forced to live, just to die