The Commentator's Despair - 7 Angels 7 Plagues

Reflection in her tears
I can still feel that sigh
of relief

Confided in Me
I feel safe in your arms

The picture in her mind
with the reinented fear that had long since settled
deep in her inside

I wish I knew
your feelings

I cannot catch the depth
I can merely scratch the surface
Are your dreams sweet?
filled with all those precious memories
of the spirit you've destroyed
Contracted, is a most horrifying infection
That's robbed security and destroyed trust

My hear burns true
I am forever changed
The sun is black
and I am ashamed

Like her, this will never leave me
Oh precious memories