I hold onto their secrets
And torn up memories,
I float above the horizons
I sail across these endless seas ,
I hope for better days
And lately these times are getting tough
These thoughts of angels give me strength
And I'm not about to give up,
So I wipe away these tears,
I shrug off all this pain,
They're brushing off my shoulders
And I hold on to their stain,
I wish you could see my angels
Not just my demons every night,
I wish you happiness and a bliss filled life,
Because I've seen better days
And though these times may be rough
I hold onto these thoughts of angels
So I never lose myself and decide to give up.

Hopeless endeavour.

The desecration of vitality,
Melancholy entices the pond of hope, repelling golden shimmering.

Infernal tendrils bringing insight to carress in snide
Dug its sharp elongated thorns inside, mending its stride
Gently encompass its roots around the mask,
The concrete veil that shone brightly in false atonement.

Expulsion from the realm of gold, sent astray for an eternity;
Such naïve, brazen happiness, ignorant of the caveats
The mere playground of unbridled mania quarantined.

Faux manifestations of an illusory smile,
For the horizon cast mere wisps of blight,
Rejecting heartbeat of rays gone awry.

They smirk as they watch you flee.

Isn't it funny
There's a me and I in time
Yet it can't be owned