My Conversation Piece

Slowly... an angel cries as she opens her eyes, and i feel i'm lying again. all this fades as i close my eyes, and i feel you dying again. trembling... i can feel your life bleeding. shaking... i can feel your kiss as it hits the ground. all this blood, all this caring; to kill the inside again. indecision stands by my left side, forgetting the words again. [the right side burns] beside me holds the angel (crying), past me staring you (sleeping). [the right side burns] ...and the only difference in this, is that this time i'm not scared.
this time i'm not... scared