Tainted Angel

As I lie awake,
In the dark sky,
I hear your song of madness,
Your screaming voice pierces the night.

I am your angel,
More tainted than the sky,
I watch you,
Hoping to let you know that you are not alone,
That I care,
But...
You continue to sing,
Your voice filled with sorrow,
A deep darkness surounding you,
The years pass.

Women wwho have wronged you,
Men who have spat at your feet,
I wish to make them suffer as much as you have.

I have shed these white wings and now stand before you,
My back scarred,
And I tell you,
My love in words,
But you walk away,
Hearing this before.

At your funeral,
I walk to your coffin,
Polished redwood shining against my last feather,
Long ago turned black and dyed red with blood.

I was too late,
And as I walk to my death,
I sing my song,
Hoping that in the afterlife,
I can finally save you.

Life's Laws

The way of life,
The endless trickle of insanity,
Just enough to keep us wondering,
If this all there is to it.

I wonder if the world was properly compensated,
If I was cheated out of something I needed.

Are people benifiting from my pain,
And if they are,
Do they deserve it?

For I would happily die,
If it meant I could be someone's saviour.

Crumbling World

Filthy air,
Putrid gasses.

Fathers can be found at bars,
Mothers at street corners,
Children sold into basements.

Ruble crushes together under my feet,
Shadows loom before me,
And I enter,
Curtains are pushed aside in my welcoming,
Polished wood covered in dust,
An empty stage,
A broken microphone.

The crowd cheers,
Covered in rags,
Smudged faces grin.

We are not weak,
We will not wait for a saviour,
We will save ourselves.

With these arms,
We will protect,
And build homes fit for children.

No More

Underestimated,
Sorted,
Smirked at.

Kicked around,
No more,
No more will I allow it.

For I have walked the roads of hell,
As a ghost,
And woke,
To see that my life,
Is worse than hell.

I am still here,
Silent,
Unseen,
Yet watched.

Still bound,
In a cage,
Made of my old,
Rusting,
Chains.

I will not be underestimated again,
However,
I will happily watch from the sidelines,
A ghost roaming the endless streets.

A Cancer

A seductive thing,
Power is,
Creating grief,
This constricting feeling,
Sending tremors down my spine.

Cold fingertips crawl over me,
Caresing my body.

I think I have contracted,
An illness,
For love,
An addiction.

Seeking power,
I have cornered a cancer,
Deep withen my flesh,
A cavity.

It breathes my life,
Slithering in my core,
Yet,
With it,
Power.

Morton's Fork

Where,
Where shall I go,
All eyes are on me,
Looking to see which fire I will fuel,
What path will I walk.

Trembling,
A cold sweat,
I can't break away this time,
I have to choose.

Morton's Fork.

Can't breathe,
Miles underwater,
Pressure on my chest,
Hearing only mumbles.

Twitching,
My hand,
The only appearence giving me away.

I back away,
Running,
Not to defy,
Or offend.

To get out of the spotlight.

Ablaze to Dust

Enchanting,
Brilliant colors,
Ablaze,
Timbers fall,
Adding to my merriment,
Where is the feast?

Surly such triumph deserves a party.

The end of another home,
A prison in disguise.

When the flames cease,
And this place of residence is dust,
I will dance upon the ashes,
With glee,
In my little yellow dress.