Metamorphosis from the dark to light. (Angel in the mold.)

From the rust, from the rust,

Pieces gotten into lust.

One side here, another - there,

I am broken everywhere.

Like the dust, like the dust,

Clock ticks fast, timeless must

Do your things. You broke your wings 

Anyways. Dead bird sings.

At the dark, at the dark,

Dirt will bring the needed spark.

What's the rush, I am cold,

Lost within this empty mold.

Like a plastic marmelade,

I am f-cked in minded fade.

In this empty mold of mine.

Feeling great. I am so fine.

One side there, another - near,

Hold them closer, make them clear,

Just like glass, for I have told,

Heat my fear. Erase the cold.

From the dark, to the light,

Every piece that they divide.

One side here, another - fear.

I am glass. I disappear.

Till the pain, till the pain,

Feathers both of wings will gain.

And when mold becomes too dark,

Crush it down. And here's the spark.

From the rust, from the rust,

Pieces gotten into trust.

There's that beautiful old dust...

To leave the fear, to live - we must.