It's been over 6 months since you last read something from me (in December it was in the form of "The New World").
A description of this isn't needed, so here we go, this one is called:
"Silhouettes of Angels"
From billowed rooftops, I scream to silhouettes of angels,
My face angled towards the sun's glare, I spare an argument to tangle,
I've often walked the battered roads of pity and consequence,
Made sense of constant problems, promise and nonsense,
Beyond pennies, money and material objects didn't matter much,
Heart frozen with ice layers, guarded, and didn't shatter much,
Devious deeds and greed ensiled well as misfortune tells,
Clutch of laughter had me smiling off all the dirty little details,
Born in hell? No, but I became bright with observations,
Never met the demons that follow, but held pleasant conversations,
And my obligation to God was to place money in the silver plate,
Until a sudden loss of faith left me wondering where exactly we relate,
I've broken bones to find my heart, and broken hearts to find love,
Loved the broken hearts I propagate, but left them hanging up above,
Too hard to teach, I learnt lessons and carry weight of regret on my back,
Buried under the hate I haul around attached with golden straps,
Before they bent the buckles broke... seen my flaws as my heart awoke,
Started fresh with a fear of death once my words spoke,
Choked up, the dark clouds hovering my scalp broke up,
Soaked up knowledge... Now I'm here ma, your son finally woke up...
God no longer cares, Satan's busy these days,
Demons do his dirty work, while the angels are underpaid,
I wander around graves just to read words etched in stone,
People try to pay rent, but corpses have a home,
God no longer cares, as Satan herds his sheep,
Demons weep for peace, as the angels claim their keep,
I walk streets with no purpose just to see where I land,
Keep trying to find myself, but I still can't understand...
I once saw a passage that read “love and you shall”,
I shall what? Smothered in a hell-dust dwelling where deaths smells?
I fell inside a passage with only a flickering light to guide me,
To battle my way through with a bucket of thoughts beside me,
Inside my fears lie dormant, I'm content that days shall end,
Hell, end this day and maybe in someway I will find a friend,
I've plundered desolate temples of anguish and misbelief,
Escaped the beast that trails me in ecstacy of my grief,
A new mend with peace and release agony that suffers,
Disseminate taunts of echoes haunt my window shutters,
Chaotic in regret, I turn my back to your opinion,
Fading lights to drown dark lies that travel my dominion,
I lost my path... somebody guide me by the hand,
Scald me when I'm wrong, praise me when I land,
Save me if you can or just allow me to sink with this ship,
Lean my head on your shoulder so I can just think for a bit,
I’ve crept with cracked knees, and through these seas my soul kept,
To drop pleas inside glass bottles and seal them with regret,
My inert expression betrays more then words could ever describe,
With an incomparable stream of emotions I’ve stowed deeply inside,
Predict long-winded theories of hope and serenity,
Just send me to this place you speak of so low and heavenly...
God no longer cares, Satan's busy these days,
Demons do his dirty work, while the angels are underpaid,
I wander around graves just to read words etched in stone,
People try to pay rent, but corpses have a home,
God no longer cares, as Satan herds his sheep,
Demons weep for peace, as the angels claim their keep,
I walk streets with no purpose just to see where I land,
Keep trying to find myself, but I still can't understand...
One world of anguish placed in a braced container of defacement,
Incased in phase with the stars that light the pavement,
Isn't it worth the wait? With restless bones I've broken time,
Spoken poetry to deaf children in hope of reaching the blind.
Rewind a life-time... I can't help but think my past is censored,
I've forgotten more about previous happiness than I care to remember,
As I break down these barriers caressed by apathy,
I stretch my arms towards the walls, scarcely touching rhapsody,
Remove my shell, every breath is exposed as death veiled in disguise,
I size-up the perpetrator I've got framed in my eyes,
Shape bending entity weaving ethereal knits in my distress,
Fit to hold the despair ensnared endless in my regress,
I'm impressed, Satan's prestidigitation is craftier than perceived,
As I proceed to crawl on crumbled knees in a plea to reach the seas,
Bury me beneath my regrets so that I might die in ponder,
Straying thoughts contrasted beyond this tale of melancholy somber,
No longer will I look decay in the face with my eyes closed,
I stare knowingly ahead, and I see you now, with my body froze,
My torment of distracted prayers united to agitated spheres,
It's taken years to sort the waking apprehension appearing in nightmares,
So I’m preparing for the end to start, with bleakness in my heart,
I'm coming home fam'... No longer do we have to be apart...
God has a plan, as celestial as the elegance of which we never speak,
Keep quiet before we reveal too much, because doubt is for the weak,
Time takes time, it's taken ours, and I have already said too much,
But now I hear voices in my skies, and the silhouettes of angels conforming to say "Hush"...
