When The 2nd Angel Flies

It takes two
Ripped out from my chest
As the monster sleeps in the head
So angels can fly
One in the past 
One as yet to come 

The body is just a shell
A vessel to be poured and filled
That shakes a shudders 
At the monsters will
And if the monster moves
To another part
In that shell
Who know what will happen

Life is fragile 
And the angels fly 
Because the monster wins 
And as I write this 
Time is unknown 
But the future Angel will fly