Graveyard Angel
Theme: Sunshine
At peace with whats mine.To make me cry as I conveniently fall into your hands.
slowly…
Hold me…
in your arms as the smile of my face turns into yours. I can feel the blankness and the blackness invisible to the eye. The thick smog between me and real life.
When I turn around in my cradled depression. The Decompression and misdirected stance of what can only be the thing that I have been avoiding all this time.
I am the light.
I am sunshine.
I have no spine.
I would have chosen a different life, if I knew I would be the light guide. My Soulmate and the Divine. Pestled and frozen in place. Statuette of prayers for those in pain. It's been preordained as the tears leave my face, cemented in my embrace.
I can only avail myself for help and be burdened by those who can't read my braille. Detached and not a language that can be deciphered unless unveiled.
Slowly motion your way. I am the guide, the one whose blind but others beg on their knees. Praying I save mankind.
I only know as much as the wall of black allows me to see yet, I am the sunshine you seek. The candle light, burning bright but…
not by choice. Not with my voice. Speechless and telling them dangers this way, that I don't know anything but like bugs to light they follow completely entranced by my beauty leading them astray.
like a Rembrandt emotion full yet, dead.
I fall tears cemented to my head….
as I once again ask slowly….
Hold me…
Lay me to sleep as I am tired of feeling the needs of those around me when actually I could likewise agree.. on the need..
Hold me….
slowly…
for I am but a mere being capsized and frozen. Ambrosian to those broken.
I, the sunshine…
The one who decided to be bright for my own devotion...
I..
the sunshine…
the one who decided to be bright for my own sake.
