Tear Ridden Angelic White Eyes: Of Children

Night tears in absolute dark
Holding my hand through hell again
Rain drops kindled by unbearable burdens
No falling star's shadow hides me

Stratified tear duct
Swollen in dark times
Kindled ill night eyes
White as ghosts
Graceful dead

I'm in love with the dark
Appease my solid white eyes
Ashen angel whose bids strikes of death
No fallen stars bid my eyes forget
Your woes bid me nightmares

Wicked tear duct times
Swollen dark dreams
Kindled ill night eyes
White as children
Dead in ditches
Turn to ghosts