In love with death

In my broken sky at Midnight, you are a angel
Your ethereal pain filled eyes set so woefully on a waring terrain
Yet just to make you mine, tragic angel with tattered wings
My endless nightmare, would transform into the sweetest dreams

Your tears lay upon the burnt ground like a glowing oasis
My thirst quenched, the dryness of death cleansed from my lungs
oh winged mourner of the heavens finally I understand
You are but an apparition, your bitter cries are for me

To find such comfort in the reapers cold embrace
This is indeed much a stranger world then first it seems