Halo
an angel that you've killed
had walls again built
the angel used to be everything that you need
the angel couldnt succeed
his mission to be your saving grace
the angel feels now like in a maze
lost and alone
everyday the angel prayed
that the halo wont fade
the sunray turned into blacklight
the angel can't burn through the darkest night
maybe halos aren't real
and every angel have to kneel
when reailty shoot them out of the air
and they have to start at the first square
why this angel couldn't break the rule
why life even have to be to angels so cruel?
Copyright © Ralf L. | Year Posted 2009
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