Another dead tree

Dreadful, lonely memories I keep.
Still solitary, sad... Solitary as me.
I've taken fligh above a giant tree
Of Angel's feathers and Evil's leaves.

O, giant God who lies under my feet,
As I buried you, I was born in me.
I've taken my precious freedom to see
What's hidden behind all the beauty you hid.

I shout'd to something that shone in the sky,
And a haze appear'd in the soil, and the eyes
Still blind as you brought 'em here to survive
They still blee, 'cause they see all the misery we have.

LyraGothe,,