Paper Ghost - Courrier

Today I would learn

the art of leaving earth

the calculus of sin

and salvation

The war I waged with death

was far above my head,

the winds of Heaven met

the gates of Hell.

The angels sang eternally,

while the demons were encouraging

all that was inside of me

to give up hope.

This is how it feels,

this is how it feels.

You were standing there,

running a brush through your blonde hair,

unconcerned with the affair

because you had faith.

But I wish it came so easily

to a boy afraid of everything,

but this felt like an awakening,

it felt so free.

This is how it feels,

this is how it feels.

This is how it feels, this is how it feels.

When the hourglass drained, I swear my world was shuttering.

When the hourglass drained, I swear I felt the summer rain.

When the hourglass drained, I swear it was my wedding day.

When the hourglass drained, I found what I’d been missing.

For thy mortal self shall die,

but from the grave we will arise

and death will be described as a

paper ghost.