Diary Of Dreams

O`angels come to guide me in my sacred land
Thine holy glance enlights my chamber
Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts
A gentle thrill
I'm crowned with thorns
Who will remember this ?
Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head
Collapsing mental boundries
Draconic lips of mine
And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom
O`angels find their sacred land
In my debility they bloom
Kill my flesh
Kill my skin
Cure my sore
Cure my belief
A wince, just to regret