Transparent Sin

Underneath a film of regret,
a delicate angel weeps.
Her wings attached,
her wings lost.
Lost over \"troubled waters,\" she says.

Drenched is my shoulder,
from the soft flow of tears,
that carefully fall down her hands.
Her hands, a map of destiny.
Every wrinkle shows the age
of time and experience
that dresses my mood.

And i feel her body shudder,
feel her quiet whimpers giving into the detriment
this world can\'t help but cause.
She\'s so innocent,
she\'s so beautiful,
but she\'s so miserable.

The trigger, she has already pulled,
the fear, she screams for..
it peirces my eyes.
Drains me of an untouched ego and,
Left on the tip of my tongue,
are words i\'d NEVER be able to admit.

I\'ve flown over troubled waters once,
and once I drowned in life.
Drowned in the pool of feelings,
not knowing how to breathe.
Not knowing that water can\'t kill you.
So silent i crept,
to the arms of a nightmare.
And we share, we share the same.

Baggage that never got checked,
The world\'s sympathy that has run dry.
We\'ll never tell,
We couldn\'t cross the finish line alone..
She\'ll never tell,
she couldn\'t take this lying down.

And she spares her soul,
for the death of her body.
For silence to preserve her
forgotten sin.
And on my behalf,
her fair heart goes limp in my arms.
Little naive angel wasted.
Her wings were fine,
She just never learned to fly.