A Poem Spoken To An Angel

Living in this world, filled with lies, and broken glass
forcing our children, to be stuck in class
I'm chilled to the bone, as i walk thru the forest of dreams
i see, everything there is to be seen
i have seen the awakening
i have seen the death of Christ
i have been born, but yet not alive
the hardest choices, are made by the hardest liars
the beautiful flowers have all left us, buried in our shame
the sounds are muddled, with the whisper of the forest trees
the sirens, ring to announce the coming of the hopeless
I'm insane with the thought of the angels lust
the trees, echo the pain of centuries lost in the fire
have you seen your reflection in the sky?
i have lost the will, to see the road ahead