PSYCHOTIC ANGELS

The trees creaked wicked.
Pressed against the dawn.
Vanquished by the distance.
Forgotten by the sun.
following the serpent.
Destines you to fail.
I fooled it now,I'm certain,
into swallowing its own tail.
Upon my flesh,carved symbols.
Into myself unknown.
Beware psychotic angels,
the further in you go.
Whilst in desperate prayer.
I feel one manifest.
An atmospheric tear,
from which the angel steps.
Its gaping mouth was open,
a portal slicing time.
Telepathy unspoken,
told me to crawl inside.
The answers trickled slowly.
An incremental gain.
It cannot be me who shows me,
all that I do in vain.
In transit via flight.
With spine connected wings.
My fists full of the night,
I travel back to sleep.
Farewell thee angel.
I thank you not for help.
For you are just a vessel,
through which I help myself.