Ascension

Severed by my angel This victim learns to crawl The experience grants insight “An irony”, I called There’s nothing left to hear me And I must now become The victim that regains life And the redeemer of the sun Lost wings have left me broken The fall left so much hate I steal an earthly image I wear it to relate Slowly I must stand up Slowly I announce “I am but your reflection” And slowly I break out I fear for those that see me I’m frightened that they won’t For everything I’ve witnessed I’ve discovered what they know Severed by their angels These victims close their eyes Embrace that they are dying “An irony”, I cried