The Dead Angel In My Mind

Why does silence have to make so much damn noise I hear nothing but the beat of my lonely heart and voices The voices are not mine, nor anyone that I know of poise But the voices are from the other side using me as their toy I feel my mind and my soul get shoved to the side I find my guardian angel dead on the floor of my mind The things that killed it are the same that are killing me The voices in my head are overunning my kind I hear a faint noise that I know all too well As the carcus of my angel lays lonely with a broken heart The voice is that of my first love, the voice is that that is killing me The deafening tones of silence paired with the dagger of my first love It is this "heroin" that once loved me that is killing my current love It is this demonizing soul that is tormenting my heart to stop beating For now is the time of the resurection of these thoughts As my heart remembers all too well of the dead angel on the floor The blood from my angel runs truly in my veins I feel its last moments in my heart that has stopped beating My first love has succeeded in destroying all others For the dead Angel on the floor is really a silent me