The Angel

Song of an angel, escaping her lips,
“I’m more than what meets the eye.”
In her dark memories she draws out a sheath,
And prays aloud her goodbyes.
Into the sleeping eternities
Did she venture by self-demise.
And for the lost and forgotten souls,
Did the angels cry.
Song of the sinners, the hopeless and scarred,
Take me home tonight.
In this moment, I’d choke my atonement,
And restlessly subside.
Song of an angel, a pitiful tune,
“At least I can say I tried.”
Slipping by pieces, the burning angel
Watches with glassy eyes.