The angel desended from the heavens falling hard and fast
In a blink of an eye she has landed
broken and bleeding
a world without dreaming

She is no longer dressed in the brillance of light
Nor is she donning the pitch black of darkness
The inbetween worldly color of a sullen gray
Is there still hope?

What can protect her
from this cataclysmic world?
What would cause her
to fall?

Only those that believe flock to her side
some in hopes of healing
some in hopes of believing
some in hopes of madness

People screaming, laughing, dying
tearing themselves apart
almost like a bleeding artwork
blood splattering everywhere

The angel cries
she didnt mean to fall from His grace
she only wanted to help
the human race

too late now it seems
too far gone
too long corrupted
by meaningless and wicked ways

only a small few can be saved
for they know the lesson in pain
not the pain as you may think
but as the sorrow, not knowing of tomorrow

Only hope can save them now
perhaps there still is some
children of today
forced to rebuild  for tomorrow

as it forever goes
corruption grows
as the generations continue
tomorrow we may never know

The angel gathers those close by
sings to them
kisses them goodbye
she had seen enough to know the truth

the world is what we make of it
which isnt simple but its true
we have the power to change it
to make it right

The angel's wings are healed
she waves to all
knowing she will one day
see some again

A razor perhaps, maybe Pills, A Helping Hand
Which do you choose?
Which is in command?
How did it come this far?

The razor
while sharp and thin
easy enough to do
with a steady hand

Substain the pain
bleed the troubles away
whether just for a moment
or for a lifetime

The choice is yours
one of the most painful
yet nothing compared to the pain
welled up inside

Pills
so many to choose
like Russian Roulette
no telling what damage it can do

Whether a handful or a small few
lying there still
with shallowed breathes
or the violent waves of disgust

The choice is yours
this is the complicated one of many
yet still nothing compared to the pain
welled up inside

Lastly comes the helping hand
The hand of a stranger
The hand of a friend
Whichever it may be

They are your guardian angel sent for thee
To help you light your way
To set you on the right path
from this dismay

To hold you
and keep you close
To wipe your tears
And warmth when you are froze

Most people aren't lucky to have these
so count your blessings well
For if not, the question returns
Which do you choose?

The razor and its cold steel
The pills and their game
Neither should be the answer
just pray

Before I met you
I was a lost soul
unable to think
unable to grow

Before I met you
I wasn't me
I was blind
just couldn't see

Before I met you
I was broken
a bleeding heart
less than a token

But then i met you
your words pierced through
My soul no longer weeping
It was you it was waiting for

When I met you
My heart began to race
Every single time
I saw your lovin face

Since I met you
Encouraged me to grow
Words inspired me
brought me from feeling low

Since I met you
The dark gray skies
disappeared with that
look within your eyes

Since I met you
I knew I was me
Healing from my wounds
Was it meant to be?

After I met you
though my heart began to quake
I am still just as strong
as I was left in the wake

After I met you
my tears fell silently again
blinding me
but now my new life will begin

Because I met you
I had a love in a true form
makes me believe
my heart won't live dorm. (dormant)

Because I met you
My skies will still remain blue
I get to brag
And say I'm so glad I met you

It was you that changed me
Mostly made me better
Seek out who I was meant to be
For that I am grateful

Despite the reasons why
it wasn't meant to be
I want you to know
You helped set me free

You will always be in my heart
My friend til the end
never to part
It will never bend

Lying here in the darkness that weeps,
the lightness that sleeps,
and the rebirth of something new.
are we ever sure its true?

wanting to grow whole,
whispers untold,
and a fever setting in.
Wishing I was me again.

Somber is the night
that kisses and holds tight
not wanting to let go
its buried within this broken soul

The rebirth of silence has awakened
the sounds of words cheapened
nothing but a shell that's left vacant
embraced by the miscreant