An Angel Named Treason

And his name was Treason,

and his presense was Treachory,

But he was, he is, my Angel.

 

Once walking alone down the crooked path,

Lost in the dark cruelty that is this world

He found me, battered and bruised,

He picked me up and took me away to a place of security

He kept me safe

He was, he is my Angel

 

Fingers Intwined

I'm pulled into his warm embrace

Hearts beat in slow syncapation

I'm at home in his arms

He whispers softly in my ear,

Tells me not to fear,

He's here

He was, he is, my Angel

 

A beautiful Angel,

Glowing proudly, in his Bob Marley T-shirt

with tattered wings and his broken halo

An outcast,

Outsider in this world,

Shunned by society,

But he's everything to me

He was, he is, my Angel

 

Forever.