Twinblades

as the needle penetrates
my heart blossoms in a withered doom
as this claw gets me breathless
my soul fades away in a dusty aura

i can see your hand in mist
it's a pale image of a wings-broken angel
i can feel your hand in mine
as a flying dust in sadness
which dissappears

i can take the blade and cut
wide open if i may
what would that be after
if the fight is not yet done

i'm not seeking the match
but the altar to evolve and shine
just forget God one second
what do you want?