Fallen Angels

A bright star lit up the midnight sky. The twilight sun had tainted my inner vision. Alone through trails of blood. The labor leads to his beckoning call. Alone in deep regret a solemn vow to chose. The transparent message of the midnight blues.We should chose the right of way. A solemn vow by which to bow the knee to pray. A knock on the door with an answer of love sent from an angelic presence from above. A message that was written in the sand. A thought of reflection by which someone should understand. Having long viscious hanging fangs in the night to fright. The dark swell on the kingdom of doom shall seal your tomb in the midnight sky. A lonesome passerby filled with remorse living on the street filled with bags and no shoes on his feet. The stench of nearby neighborhood filled with manure. The clock on the wall with hand fixed against the side of mirror.

Fallen angels all around some are even getting down. The drum that beat a heart pulling in all sorts of directions.The reflection of sorrow soaked within a pail filled with tears. How could one ever escape the pain through the years.The torment of caged inner fear and wars. The one Satanic being that would poison allthose not attentive to its living truth. Within shadows proned toward desolation then again soon reflection. A hero in each of us has a mighty pull. Sort of an inner tendency to explore. A given hance toward so mch more that words can’t ever express the way I feel. A slight pull at which to stake our claim to seal the deal. Fallen angels again in the midnight sky.

Slight of hand once again with a plan

iT IS MY HOPE SOMEDAY THAT ALL WILL UNDERSTAND!

The theatre of pain will one day explain the fullest episode by which to recharge my brain,

With sandcastles in the sand,

Fallen angels at deaths door opened swell

They will live to rest forever in their eternal rest in Hell!