I Wanna See The Angels ...'I Wanna See The Angels ...' by DrowningByWords
I Wanna See The Angels But I'm No Saint
There's no-one here
Except for doubt and time hand in hand
In the shadows.
I've wasted time
We're juggling too many things in so little time
Now time wastes me.
Lady of the apocalypse concealing despair and joy in an eclipse
A dead person;
a guardian angel,
a divine messenger,
Sand in your toes, part time mimic and angelic
being told you'll stay like that.
I wanna sleep and never wake up
Each day I await a new shadow, a new heartache and a new beginning
I'm sick and tired but I can't sleep.
Soaring; gliding, falling gently and swooping
Pecking away at the crumbs of my self and whatever I used to be
Each day is like some kind of bird.
Russell David Kearns
edited vastly from
which was far too long.
THOUGHTLESS SELFISH TEARSTHE THOUGHTLESS SELFISH TEARS OF LOVETHOUGHTLESS SELFISH TEARS by DrowningByWords
Any day every skin once again
Cast in self
Each self a crutch for another
Run into a tear self pity blind and appear thoughtless.
All feeling is like un-kept land
Selfish dreams mount
On top of thoughtless tears of love
I'm here again.
A never-ending war
On the inside
The electricity as gone and the defence don't work
Thrown into a cage with untamed animals
Is just the same as waking up to other people
That pick at you, slice you to death and eat you alive.
Russell David Kearns
Kiss + Make UpKiss + Make Up by DrowningByWords
So sad our memory,
it's nothing to cry about.
Feeding the sky it's darkness till it consumes us,
how much can you take from me?
Watching you sleeping is pretty defeat,
you help me forget my dreams, making one of our own.
As brief as summer; hugging on our own,
memories are as natural as loneliness.
You make me too afraid to close my eyes.
Though you forget you're more asleep when awake,
we're so alike in our flaws. I struggle to sleep yet neither awake.
So ugly our memory,
you put on make up
to make believe your life pretty.
We make it up to share a piece of ugliness.
When you awoke you started walking,
falling out of the clouds and back into uneasy sleep.
Caressing a knife wrapping my arms around another life.
Nothing will stand in our way, turning ourselves inside out
trying to see things each others way.
Not knowing which way to turn, tried to see things your way.
Running into the emptiness where all roads meet,
wishing our roads had crossed sooner or never crossed at all.