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Angel of Disgrace

I wish my eyes were shut. Then I’d have no fears.
Go through life, with no hate or tears.
Or if I were numb, I’d feel no pain.

Never drowning in shadows. Or soaking in shame.

Maybe if I were an angel, I'd feel good way to much.
I wouldn’t be scared, of loves sweet touch.

Kissing me softly, with one deep breath.
Sweeping into eternity with the rest.

I wish I weren’t so alone. Everybody’s something.

An object. I just want to go home.
Nobody to talk to, they’re all cloned and fake.
And then there is me.
Easy to break.

They think I stand on a pedestal.
Perfect picture in a frame.
There is more to it.

Underneath the mask, there is shame.

Horrible things said and done.
But nobody will listen.

To them it’s fun.

I hold on to my anger. Locked in a box.

Chains all around it, and attached are locks.
I wish there was a key. To let it all out.
And I would be set free.

But instead it builds up.

Exploding is bound to happen.
Without a doubt.

Sometimes I want to scream with no end,
so that it feels like life escapes.
Then I’d shut my eyes.

And remember the angel of disgrace.

This is not me.
I know I am saved by grace.

L.L.