To My Angel
Callous core and angels ring they call me
All the time they ring like spoons
Filling me with knowledge and it hurts me
It pains me but god still allows me to drink from his cup
Lined with gold and sweet silver lies my young does drink
Searching for an answer in the pool I call home and a Brain
Life can be cruel but only you make it bitter my mind mind makes it sweet
A devils poison hushes me to sleep my brain whirls on aching and aching waiting to explode and rain down all mighty on all of the land
Finish me
Im dead still
In a box I lay
The clear and the clarity and all my insanity
Everyone can see me
They can see my ugly ugly scars and my ugly body
Merged into pity and rage
Hopefully I leave behind something of some one of worth for you
Man has crushed me but I’m still alive barely
Breathing
I have you too look after
The one thing that keeps me hydrated
And alert is you
It’s my job it’s my duty
Before I die I must treasure you
Drink from my cup
And learn my mistakes
God is willing god is kind but angels whisper our secrets
Be weary
Be Alert
I will cover you best I can
I will love you with what is left of love that I have but non for no one else other than you
You hold I peace of him child of god
Don’t hurt me in my undoing and I will protect you
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