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?