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. >