Submissions by ninassire

In the midst of the night,
The angel prepares to fight.
It's nothing short of suicide,
living a lie by the light,
a fighter by the night.

This angel was simply just a girl,
living in a shattered world.
Clutters of glass,
littering the past.
Mastering the art of a smile,
but she knows it's simply just denial.

Why! why!
I would scream, I would fight,
Then the light would cut my sight.
A labyrinth of tunnels lie at bay
Yet I just can't seem to find my way.

My minds on fire, my souls alight,
Yet you still tell me it'll be all right.
Why! why!
My bones are breaking,
My eyesight weak.
Yet you just can't seem to let me be.
Then the reaper takes my hand,
Because maybe he might understand.