Say, is it better or is it worse? To be held in the arms of an angel’s curse. And all I imagine is her hand in mine. I saw it before, I saw it in a past life. Slow down. Speak to me cause honestly it covers me & colors in the incomplete. Wake up. The fire in sincerity rebuilding in the beauty of a tragedy. Let out the wind you harbor underneath the love you give so I can share the air you breathe. Lifeline. The indivisibility is making me the better man I want to be. I’ll never know the burden I provide my dear divine!