She (January 9, 2003)
On the wings of Angels she flies
Protected from the
whims of demons
She doesn't know what she does
Ignoring the
dangers she will never have to face
She doesn't see the pain of us
all
She doesn't see the anger and hate
She is sheltered from
all that is wrong
And is safe from it all.
Here I lay on the
ground
Drowning in a sea of tears
What she avoids is
pushed on me
What she does not know is emphasized on me
I feel
all the pain of those around me
I see all the tears and hear all
the screams
I am the person on whom it all falls around
Destruction lies in
my path,
While only creation lies in hers.
Why are things so
different?
For the Angel and the Black Sheep?
Are we that much
different
They says so
They don't hear
anything
They don't see anything They don't care for anything
They
think not of anything
Why do they judge us
then?
Why am I decidedly destructive?
Why is being aware
worse then ignorance to them?
I failed my own existence I can't
hold on
Does Death hold the peace?
Or have I been told lies for years
Let my blood spill
For it means nothing to me
I shall never allow my lips
To betray those I love and loved
So as my life slowly drips away I know that I remained true
And that is all that matters
Right?
