Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

There were none

There were no angels,
So I  make them up.
Giants with black wings,
Fiery swords, ready to say goodnight.

I have always been a dark sky
Without rainbows.
Just another cloudy day, the kind
That reminds you of death.

I spill the stress, from my veins,
It makes ripples in my memories.
The liquid is a joke, I am drifting,
I let myself become helpless.

I am the night without stars.
I am everything ugly, hurtful, insane.
I burn the reminiscence away,
It's graceful, when the tears dry.

There were no angels,
So I make them up.
Screaming giants, large black floating wings.
Cold angels, wielding the white light like a sword.

10-24-10


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