Tears of the damned

Catching the wasted tears
Of the tortured
After living your worst fears
In hell's orchard

Picking pain's flower
Watch the pure cower
At the sight of our grotesque features
We are the dark's creatures

You've offered your help, so sincere
But no one ever dared come near
They were too afraid
Of the game they played
Of all they didn't know
Of all that didn't have a golden glow
Of all that can't be explained
Of all that can never be gained

And so we never got our chance
Couldn't even get a glance
Of the golden beyond
No angel would respond
To our cries and pleading
And so our souls keep bleeding