2 Angels

Aug. 08, 2002

If only she knew about . . .

How she fuels my desolate heart

I'm falling to pieces more every day

While looking for the right things to say

The battlefield that's here in my soul

Is the only home I now know

As another Angel cries in the dark outside

Shutters slamming shut is the reply

My screaming has itself gone unheard

Falling on dead ears as foreign words

Counting spaces on the digital clock face

Finding it so hard just to keep a pace

And as my heart beats within this dream

I look for something more hopeful, less obscene