Journal of a Fallen Child (Angel of Sadness)

The journal of a dying man The purpose of me pasting my memories Inbetween these blue lines Is the simple fact that I'm facing Unforgiven intimacy in due time From the bottom of that route 44 cup I sip Haunted by forgotten story's From the tip of this pen my pressured luck drips Peers riding passenger side solo Hydroplaned, truck nearly flipped This is the final entry of a fallen child Yes I'm tired, nearly painted dead Through clear sky's I'm sainted ahead What more can I say Neither of us reading writings Truly adores this day Like always I'll be arched in smile, rested in fatality March through trials, simple steps tested your reality This is the journal of a passing man Sympathized for my maloveance Now as I prance for rain Satan smurks at my cowardly dance Perhaps my everyday Was lived for selfish reasons My finale, your premering season Blessed this evening but forever leaving The final entry of fallen child