Originally Posted by Sand
I'm an evil spirit
standing in this storm, raindrops splash against my head
cloudy days are special, like closing your eyes before bed
as special as death, me i'm dead, but i inhabit this earth
and roam invisible to everyone so terribly bad that it hurts
i ask for my worth, but i don't get an answer. . .just tracks
up into my empty heart where the padded walls are black
emotions bounce back and forth, i continue down this road
where the multitudes show smiles brighter than love poems
i loath the cries and laughs that they can so easily express
while i envy those green blades on the other side of this fence
with my thoughts we commence. . .i'm lonely as a fallen star
lost in the emptiness. . .every sign of affection has gone far
away from me i pray to see the heavens so gay with glee
since when i was alive i was only subject to rage and screams
they paved the dreams that would provide a moments escape
now seconds are short. . .but still. . .those moments were great
if i hold them i taste. . .heaven held within my keen senses
it lasts not long enough. . .but my god. . .the taste is so precious
i want to bottle it inside eternity and keep it upon my dresser
asked more or lesser?. .i keep walking and get out of my thought
legs first i crawl out of it. . .new visions erupt my high hopes a lot
but gravity has a law. . .so obviously they drop. .i trail an old hag
who has a fresh soul with a little body parched upon her back
he glances fast. . .with guilt. . .in a way it was almost secretly
could it be?. . .surely there is no possible way he can see me
. . .he showed attention. . .but? . . .how come? what and why
the woman held him up . . .of course. . i mean surely he's alive
he gave me his eyes. . .and in an instant i could sense his fear
rolled back in his mind. . .i sensed his tears. . .it's been years
decades, centuries, or milleniums since anything has happened
so i followed with that initial glance. . .and a stroke of passion
i followed them up a eeiry road. . .the boy began to pout
so when they got to the door of the gothic style house
she slapped him in his mouth. . .he screamed "but why?!"
he cried. . ."where's mommy and daddy?! where is my life!"
i sprinted and made it in before the door closed. . .i saw
events that would make a tetanus victim. . .drop his own jaw
she began to claw. . .she touched him and even rubbed him
he was 3 years old. . .this lady got naked and fucked him
the blood ran. . .she sang pleas of worship. . .to make it official
satanistical . . . she brought him to the fire . . . like a ritual
she screamed the odd tones like lost moans he screamed
and the flames charred his liquid life. . .as he continued to bleed
i was awe struck. dumbfounded. immobilized. . .all in my mind
so i sacrificed my life. . .became one with the fire and died. . .
standing in this storm, raindrops splash against my head
cloudy days are special, like closing your eyes before bed
as special as death, me i'm dead, but i carry a soft light
and i still roam invisible to everyone. . .but i make this life. life
I'm a guardian angel.