Angels in the sky
They tell no lies
Angels in the night
Have inner light

No one to protect her
No angels for the lost
Between two world
Nowhere to cross

Wandering with no escape
Good or evil, a changing shape
Draw to the man in the cape
Motioning to the landscape

Choices to be made
Hopefully coming with aid
All debts have been paid
Praying she hasn't been played

Turning to the left, turning to the right
Into the hazy night with a sense of delight
Realizing one angel that was not quite white
Her guardian angel, her chance for a rewrite

Which was worse?
Hurting you or hurting me?
Hurting you would hurt me
And hurting me would hurt you

You can't stay even though I need you
And I can't let you go
because I need you

It's a constant battle
between letting you go
And do what you need
And keeping me alive

Pulling strings politics
a million for each and every
smart bomb
at least, released from a billion dollar machine

Health care is protected
but the disabled are exempt
from any compassion
As far as the main man, claiming to be a Christian
Ignoring the Bishops, Mr Duncan Smith(millionaire)

My body is the
temple where both love and hate
reside in turmoil.

Under the moon
where predators prowl

They lurk in the shadows
and call with a howl

Silently they stalk
on padded paws through the leaves

They creep through the darkness
they wind through the trees

Target in sight
they move in for the ****

The pack springs from the shadows
and each eat their fill

Moon obscured
erased by the clouds

Again to the shadows
return hunting hounds

about today--
goodmorning, beautiful. your hair looks nice like that.
goodmorning, dont ask me how i slept and i wont ask you.
goodmorning--i made you tea, just how you like it
maybe you’ll like it today. i cant sleep. its 3 in the morning,beautiful,
how are you?
goodmorning, princess. your hair looks nice like that.
goodmorning, how did you sleep?
goodmorning, the corpses on the front lawn look a lot like you and i.