Angels are Just Another Form of Slaves

Watching as walls Melt

some Divine state of mind

Possessions are limited Edition

like the Ink on your walls

scribbled out of sharpies that you once held close to your Squid’s heart

 

[you’re a Monster]

with Greasy feathers stuffed inside of your Mouth

or did they bleed onto your Wings?

I Wish I Knew

 

hearts have never been something to Play with

left in the closets surrounded by shrouds of ravens pecking at the Flesh

maybe they should Quit being such god Damn picky eaters.

F**K

 

they picked my Heart

I can feel it in the eyes of someone I knew

as the raw bits of flesh are torn Piece by Piece from the open Wound

I once recognized.

 

You have white wings

An epitome of beauty carved in the hands of some all-knowing being

                  God

                             Does Not

          Believe

                          in Angels

 

yet then AGAIN

He does not EXCIST-

help me.

 

OR maybe

Angels are just another form of inhumane slavery

Capturing the essence

of the pieces that reality still shatters around us.

Author's Note

everything is intentional. =)