Thy fall (so far) from graces palms,
To be loved on only by lost angels.
Finding paradise in the darkest of skies, feline eyes and suckled by the tallest fables.
Defamed glass in our back and blood on our name, forgive us if we’ve become brutally blue.
Blessed be the color of my soul in my journey back to the palms of grace.
When(ever) we return to u.