Blade-Of-Reason

Angelica (My Final Prayer) Darling jaded Angelica, can you hear me call? Can you hear me from heaven; can you hear at all? Is the sky blue life up there treating you so kind? Sometimes I wish to join you and leave this world behind. Oh Angelica, you cried so much before you had to leave Was dying really the only way to save your sanity? Angelica you'd died of a heartbreak I'll never understand. You were already dead inside, though I was there to hold your hand. Oh my stained Angelica, with your tainted soul, Have angels bathed you tenderly and filled your growing hole? In heaven do emotional wounds show like cuts then bleed? And i

"What is life but a broken plan? What is a poem but a broken man? In a place beyond the blink of our eyes, the heat will rise." I wrote a world yesterday. The stars seemed not so far away, for a silhouette of shattered dreams and broken lovers' ripping seams. Heinous crimes have been committed but arsenic itself has been acquitted, and with the sigh of morning death the stars themselves have lack of breath, but the lilies sing a mourning song of soaring battles and heroes gone and daisies gather round to hear the tales of men and lacking fear. And what memories remain to kill, that scorched contempt that continues still,--