Angels bleed tears like clouds shed rain

This is just the reapeating sequence to the end...

I'm like Mr.Hyde in a flower garden...

Kiss my eyes to departing death...

Why do the clouds taste so bitter now?
air is now another betrayal.
something so simple. like breathing
turns into fires ashes.

You're just a failure in the eyes of your parents
And a god in the eyes of a stranger
You can toss it and you can turn it
But you can never rearrange it.

Still you always know what to say
But never find a way to say it.

And maybe if I listen hard enough
time wont pass in seasons.

My hands are painted dirty,
the aftermaths of relentlessness.