Lips of an Angel. (Poem)

I stop at the top of the stairs and look down,
Nights coming but i see perfectly with ease,
My heart flutters and mouth waters as i loose all sound.
And I'm forced to jump just as soon as i hear the jingle of keys.

I land with a crash as the cracks shoot through my spine,
I loose control of my planned silence and scream,
A stranger comes to my side at once as i screech a sign.
While i loose my breath and my blood forms a beautiful stream.
Down the sidewalk to the road full of anger,
A pathway of hate, yellow lined and Godly,
Leading to thousands of wrong destinations but to my side a stranger.
And beside this stranger i lay just as oddly.

Invisible barriers between lives never crossed,
But beside me theres freely given compassion,
I cant believe my eyes not even when glossed.
A horrible world with lovely watching innocence glassed in.

The sirens are down the road coming in my direction,
Yet i really wish never to mess up the moment in place,
The ambulance closer, i see it and close my eyes as if to detour detection.
And as i hear my savior blare by, a smile catches upon my face.

I use my last bit of strength to pull the woman in my grips,
Am i finally holding an angel as i hold my last breath,
And i intake life with the touch of our lips.
And i die just as soon as the oxygen leaves my chest.

The shadow of life. (Poem)

MY eyelids are stitched shut so lightly,
Lids struggling to stay open in the winds,
Truth outlined in lies shines so brightly.
So i sit here day dreaming, wondering if it ever ends.

I wait for existence in the shadow of life,
Nails dragging on the alley way walls slowly moving,
The aftermath of hardened hearts, thunderous in the night.
The membranes of practiced evil, sickly choosing.

A way of living not accepted by the Masses,
With a long never ending list of excuses,
In a city where people and structures were reduced to ashes.
A population of evil that always fails but never reduces.

I sit with my fingers torn and eyes stitched laughing,
And i kicked down the door of death just to see,
Behind the fabric of life i saw a sadistic thrashing.
And the devils face was so happy, but he looked just like me.

The angel of life. (Poem)

I actually have a problem that breathes,
You see the Sky's not dark when its early,
But when the nights done light comes and leaves.
The change is consistent but i cant cope and die as surely.

It breathes for when the wind comes it lives,
And i wait but cant compensate for a fake existence,
Knowing the answer is simple, the truth lies in grids.
I will not dance in rain in any instance.

My heart never beats and I'm cold to the touch,
I'm walking weakly and the sky is bleakly instated,
For my part i stand alone, God is gone is religion seems to be my crutch.
So i guess i failed at expiring at the right time dated.

Fuck your life and the high horse you came in on,
Ive been through too much too loose absently,
Death is obsolete I've waited too long and became too strong.
The Devil will look up at me so admirably.

The angel of life...