peace in the moment
that shatters like glass,
breeze of cool air
that melts in the past,
thinner are my words that fall upon paper,
words from my mouth
that dissapate like vapor...
shadows get longer,
the night grows older,
angel of darkness over my shoulder.
wispers in my ear,
beckons me to follow,
six feet deep beneath the hollow.
apart from the earth,
where i now stand,
somewhere abreast where life began...
devils may cry for the fortunate ones,
and smile in the face of the unfortunate sons.
angels may weep for the ones who lost a soul,
nestle on the shoulder of those who seen it all...
angels and demons,
upon us they perch,
heaven and hell,
for which we constantly search.
pasturized soul leaves
an impression of a face,
we're right where we belong,
right out of place...
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