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Reasons for a whole world to see
Many see that it will never come
So when desires turn bloody
The only thing that is left is truth in its prime
One will walk in the marshes of hate
Another in the truths of lies
Many in weakness of all
And some in the glory of few
Then there is the world, it grows more
When it lulls me to sleep I see it.
Fox, the terrifying ease of kindness
The love of the shadows that enslave my breaths
“Come!” I said, “Come here and rejoice!
Let me see what the world really is,
Show me what I have missed ever since,
I feel empty without its known feeling of fear.”
There you go you show it well as man
You are guilty, you show truth
As a beast tell me what there is to know
The truth of why you can never see
Fox , I am not of guilt but of misfortune
It wasn’t intended to show itself this way
I knew it wasn’t meant to show here;
The chances of many to see the difference…
But the world isn’t there in reality
It was gone before it had started
It was left in shambles spiritually
Now what, Fox?
Nothing to ever happen, it’s just the way
Why bother when there is nothing for me
If man was damned then why fix man
Obviously it wasn’t for one like me to see
Then what am I, am I not important?
Am I just as unimportant as the rest, Fox?
Am I nothing to you as well, or is there hope?
Am I to believe it was all a lie?
No such thing, I never said such things
You are more than just man, you are an angel
Do I really seem such as a repulsive beast?
If so I am a demon in comparison and that is the ironic truth.
Why is the world this way, isn’t there anything to do?
Everyday I see it and go through its channels of wisdom
It never ends its massive impulse; it comes at me and tries to drown me
Help me, Fox, help us all to become better
You appeared as the angel of hope in my dreams
Are you not the angel who will save us?
Are you not the one who would come at the last moments?
Are you not an angel; are you not my angel…Fox?
No, I am not your angel of salvation
I am no angel at all in this world
I am less than an angel of your hope and your dreams
I am your demon of happiness and the shadow of protection.
Darkness is my nature and evil is my station
An angel is not real, no holiness ever was
The only thing that was were hopes and dreams
The kind of things man makes to live another day…
By: Isai Ayala 2007©
 Neixo · Mon Feb 12, 2007 @ 08:35am · 0 Comments |
