Fear of Loss, Void of Love
Release, release oh you foul that hold on Release, release what is already gone. I'm vanishing fearful into the night sky As an angel gently blinks her third eye. Head full, clouds fluff, I cringe as I slowly look up To notice a twig resting at ease Falling victim to this soft fall breeze. Release, release oh you foul that hold on Release, release what is already gone. To fall is to fly And to fly is to die... Just as the angel who opened her eye. Don't fret, don't fear is all I can hear Even as I climb to a new frontier. Yet with one last breath, I tumble to my monstrous death. Release, release oh you foul that hold on Release, release what is already gone.