Seraphs of Pain
My light, my love;
All come from thee,
O' Seraph of my dreams!
An angel in my sleep doth sing,
A lullaby of many a thing.
Visions dancing through my head
Of folded wings and bodies stained red..
Spreading my wings
To fly away from all these things,
This world of beggars;
With words sharper than daggers;
And cold, uncaring beings
Music to make my soul take flight,
Drawings to outline my perfect world;
Using bright paint to color it in;
And old photos to show me that not everything is black and white.
The Angel of Art;
And Siren of Song,
These Seraphs to guide me,
To somewhere I might belong.
My angels of light,
Yet my angels of plight,
Seeking joy and causing pain,
Making tears fall like rain.
/-I wrote this kind of randomly really. I just got accepted into a School of arts, but my step-dad doesn't give a rat's ass. He was a prick to me so he and my mom got into a fight. Hence- My angels of light, yet my angels of plight.-/
ps- Sorry about the crap formatting. isn't agreeing with me. >
