Incision (aka funeral march)

How can you understand the consequences of your actions, do you understand what you've undone? Do you understand the force your gravity sustains [crippled, battred broken and I bleed]? Do you understand what you've undone? Impact, of skull on pavement.
Flames lick my wounds. Chilled fingers wrap around these still beating hearts. On the wings of angels, bring no mercy. The sirens calling, screams calling. And calling and the sirens are screaming.
Do you hear them calling? The sirens...Fields seperate reality from gravity.
The wings of angels brought no mercy to me. Blood boils in veins, the crackling of burnt skin. Charred remains of what was once a family.