The death of the angel

An angel behind me, an angel told me
Take a look to the paper before me
My eyes see the reflection of me
Only reflects my clothes without me
To discover the blood on the clothes of me

An angel behind me, an angel told me
Take the pen and draw
I take the pen and start to do
But my hand resist instead he wrote what is true
The killer is you, the killer is you
In red thick letters a blood I thought

An angel behind me, an angel told me
Look at me and see what you do
Look at me and see what is true
Look at me I’m dead of you
You never think of my existence
And how I support your happiness
And mislead the destiny
To keep you safe of severity
Look sentiments do you feel any

An eye looks and sees, an eye looked and cried
What happened injured of hate you
Or of logic’s sword that denies you
Sure not my words that killed you
Or my paintings that burns you
It‘s destiny that punishes you
Of your dead attempts to revive you
Are you sure you‘ve enough tried
And to the souls talked and the souls trained
To accept you and on you depend

Acceptance of me, dependence on me
The leaf does fell on the truth of me
The wind blow on whisper of me
Do you think I need people’s know of me?

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