The Black Inside The Flower

Hatreds portal to a place deep within,
Dispose the deserts chill,
The black inside the flower,
Then, Bloomed into full destruction,
Inhaling all peace and bliss,
Exhaling terror without mercy,
Feathers float by in the wind,
So innocent, Sits a angel with torn wings.

Here the black inside,
Tears out every feather,
Leaving nothing but tears to cover,
Save them and drink the water,
Pandora's tear, with the salty taste,
Slowly her halo rusts as the tears touch,
Poison from the eyes,
Bitterly the lonesome angel dies.

Ignite the fireworks into the sky,
With bright lights every angel falls,
Into my arms, caught,
My sweet, yet so dead,
Angel, who forever protected,
Now unable to move, to breath, to live,
From here were does a angel go.

Into the sky, Dream...

Ian Robert Potapoff