The Angels

The angels in my mind

so distantly calling.

The angels hold my hand

yet I keep falling.

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My slipping soul

falling from grace.

My slipping soul

falling from it’s place.

My feeble mind

imagines a face.

It runs into nothing

I give chase.

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The angels in my mind

hold me to their shallow hearts.

I’m trying to feel and die

I cannot navigate with these charts.

i’m trying so hard

to live and die.

Trying not

to live a lie.

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Everything I feel

I cry.

Now when I feel

I sigh.

I’ve lost my soul

and my mind.

My feelings are numb

they’ve gone blind.