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
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006
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