Halo Shaped Thorns Testo

The halo of innocents brought upon a crown of thorns of depression, Beauty masks an angel's intentions to kill, Baring the cross of hope, Losing all will to live, Clouds have ceased these dreams, Halo shaped into thorns, Baring the cross of confusion, Angels fall from grace, Bright yellow hair into horns, A man grown bitter from a haunting depressive past, I have been filled up to the heavens by angels whose intentions were never meant to last, Why does this heart continue to beat? When all I want is for this life to cease, Why does this heart continue to beat when all I want is for the heart beat to cease. How can live with my self when each day is another nail in the coffin? How can I live in agony?