The jingles that touch your ears,
The happiness that touches your heart,
They give you a reason to bloom up like a flower,
but somewhere in your mind you know it’s just an invisible shower.
You just dream about it,
You try to reach for it,
You are just there,
but the angel itself lets you down.
You suddenly see the white pearl wings dipped in blood,
You see the halo taking the shape of blunt knives,
You see the harps changing into a weapon killing your soul,
And there your eyes capture the darkest colours of all.