Accompanied by black angels..
to make me do what i do.
to wait for my astonishment..
to smile at my will..
to complete my left behind fears..
to let go of every tear.
wings without feathers...
they still float with regard
knowing whats to come..
they wont say of my cries...
they wont say of my slits
they wont think of my wrists
Ive been fighting this battle alone
where one battle i know i wont win
but i for some reason still try
to fight against why i cry
atomic smoke arise from my feet
wings grow behind my back
to fly away from this terror
Ive become one of my angels
I never thought id become one like them
it was only my dreams
their long dark hair
their sharp pointy nails
their crawl to my skin
their eyes i cant defeat
on the ground
asking for help
to end this nightmare
of torn passion and obsession
take me out of this place
where dark orbs attack
pick me up from where i lay
dead for the known fact.
