"good morning, my ray of sunshine?"
ethereal, ethereal, ethereal
unreal, surreal, make-believe
jigs that never saw
from rams that never erred

for you don't really exist anymore
i will tuck myself to bed
am i pretending? enthralled? i whisper
and as the eyes close, my mouth utters:

"God's task, men prevail.

God's flask, men perish.

God's mask, men love."

i grew diffident as you grew blue
unlike those woebegone children
with expressions crying cries of help
your face stated nothing

mornings and nights went by cryptically
words were replaced by stares
and stares were replaced by dead air

to my angel
i have to apologize before late
for i destroyed your wings
and the path you should have taken

bestowed and killed your breath
as your words never reached me
neither did mine
as divine as they sounded

my gullible words
and your galvanized kisses
act as when you fish for salvation
but miss the rod and the puddle
still insisting teeth might bite

because not your words are worthless
neither the pecks you share are tinny
but for the complexity you wear
which is expected only fulfilment
and more fulfilment
and you pray endlessly
and pray endlessly                                                        ­ am
and pray endlessly                                                        i
but end as dead bait in the sea                                     all
                                                            ­                                 for
with no spikes to fill in the gaps                                          me
no saliva to drench your thirst                                             and
only recurring sorrow                                                      words­
laying braindead                                                        ­ trust my
blinking to me                                                          hear you
no words                                                           just so i can
just a                                                         you and me
snap                                                     and destroy
of                                                  away to grab
you                                       throw all i have
again   but i can finally resist the urge to

i see an angel
if speechless enough
left me asunder

she steers their white body
as the breaks tend to fail
but hopeless carcasses always do

nevertheless alive and glowing
as alive as words in a poem
shimmering and unbeknownst

tender kisses sent by no mouth
politely gagged and terrified
confusing the bags of our eyes
and the socket of my heart

i saw an angel
with features so intricate
beyond what any could grasp

reminiscing some
with methodical manners
and eyes hard to be shut

as the sinking holes in her face
seem to bleed again
their roots and knees are drowned
with bugs tearing through her fabric

for i wish to see the angel
the brilliant and fleeting angel
at least once more in my life

to gaze along with the sunlight  
carefully casted towards you
illuminating red spots in your chest

dreadful aching wounds
created by lies that withhold you
forever staining your hoary dress

alongside your sense of company
fulfilled by lacking stares
albeit feeling rather hopeful
the night pulls you from your core

but my angel is dead
once a gloomy reality settles
idyllicism turns to dust

as the babies from my eyes
fall to the dry soil
sprouting and splashing

uncovering a tall tree
whose fruits are dead upon birth
and the leaves taken by the wind
land in your palatable face

the petals that fall straight down
fall over my sitting body
that out of gas yet again
ponders where you could be

i see something
dead and withering
floating away to where they belong

once so close
once so far
you're full of water
im full of eschars