I now lay inside this sanctuary
this sanctuary made for the disceased to rest
shattered recklessly slammed across the floor
are the wings of an angel tattered and torn ripped away by the hands of your creator
souls tortured to oblivion yet peaceful and calm
lying inside this safe haven this tomb
i can feel my wings being plucked painfully from my back
my soul being taunted from my body and my spirit being lifted high above me to show the world I\'m gone
in this sanctuary lies my grieving body bound and broken on this stone floor
