All Doom

Tattoo a pair of wings onto your soul and live in final peace. This doesnt need to end. It doesnt need to be all doom and gloom. Open up your eyes, on wings of butterflies, and dance freely in the mornings air, when this dream, cracked, your on the dual carriage, cars screaming past you, and you dont know how you got there. It's all so sudden. It's all too real. I can't make this less real. Death surrounds you and the fault is your own. Own up, give in. Shackle yourself to the cross. And crucify your exsistence and plead for pity, pray for salvation.