Hypnotizing beauty
hides ugliness inside,
while the ugly,
are of angels weeping.

Hide your venom to shame,
while the misunderstood
are guilty of  sick pride
upon knocks of hollow wood

Place another slice of timber,
into the fires you hinder,
You judge the flesh only
no such true prettiness

Skin is lust and love,
in hollow shaped hands,
raining so grimly above,
true fake hearts,
glamorously
they always sink
in the quick-sand,
while Angels,
surf upon land.

one fair Sunday, air will flow beneath me
I'll fly above palm trees and the blue sea
so when sunrise dethrones the fireflies
I'll be the eagle surfing sapphire skies

but send an angel to teach me blasphemy
as I'm mortal without the chemistry
to soar up and touch heaven’s canopy
God decrees 'humans aren't feathery'

so, rise defiant and grow my wings through
to glide as a jet, one man crew and say ‘I flew’
but when God gets a clue to what we do
he will fire you and strike me through

but not before that fair wind lifts my wings
to see beyond the things fit just for kings

Demons swell in twitching skin,
bursts through our tiresome veins
scabs remind us how we bleed,
as we always need our skin to pick.

Forever are a catch of blow flies,
and fireworks of  "we haven't died"
10 seconds of relief from our pain
Then comes death for a Fallen Angel.
Back to zombies as soon as its Monday.

I'm waiting for the crescent to glow
the sun flowing to our moon below
my tranquility when darkness falls

for Luna razored will save us all
the edge of bliss where It's bearable
there in the still I will lay at will

wait to have my destiny fulfilled
then be instilled with no god's goodwill
burn for loved ones I ruined using pills

alive, three forevers I'll be grilled
in the valley of the fallen angels
and there be killed, then have my blood spilled                                          
                                          justified
when the wet night ascends to the skies
I descend as demon with no disguise