Dark angels, they are all the same, sweetest blood, and sweetest blame, as each one leaves, I seek the source, another one to light my course, The darkness glows to those aware, and each winged being takes it's care, and touches me, then leaves again, and while the moments take their time, from each angel, I resign, inevitably, they turn to dust, I take another angel as I must, To pick and choose with God's devine, has always been a sin of mine. And all the angels look alike, anti-light, and darkest night their unpure beauty hollows out the lust that I can't live without, and as each angel leaves my life it cuts just like a well honed knife, but angels come, and angels go, for each one gone, there's more I know, and as each angel is my heart, at least until we fall apart, if every time they let me down and seem to lose their golden crown, their wings and all their feathers lose, another angel I will choose, for every angel gone away, another angel comes my way, and every one from heart is torn, the angel from my art is born, to live a finite length of time, but as they live, then they are mine, until I let the angel leave, and find another, lest I grieve.
Reason for writing:
not one of my best, but it's been ages, so I thought I'd post it anyway
Birth sign: Aries
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