Nights of heavy breathing
are lost in the song of a
guardian angel's tears.
Sounds of panic
are forgotten in the moment
when you think you've seen
THE LIGHT.
Shadows sweep across
the carefully written prose
but don't
...
hesitate.
The flow will begin to unsteady
itself and the story will
unwravel.
You've got your saviour
all figured out on paper.
When it comes to life,
don't be surprised.
His wings aren't the broken mess
your heart has been for years.
He may cry on your shoulder,
but those tears are his frustration.
The light you've seen,
the words you've written,
go against his every caution.
This angel can not carry you,
or your imagination.
He can not support
every false truth you print
because he knows
his words are nothing but lies
to your earth corrupted ears.
He knows you'll never
understand.
