The Diary of a Broken Mind [Random]

Swaying Like a Demon on the Moon

The air is filled with devilish particles,
That human eyes can't see.
Across the street the fallen angel-
Begs for mercy.
The priest of the church,
Is kneeling down the aisle.
The dove in front of the altar,
Is darker than blood.
I'm in the middle of the street,
Weary and existentialist.
When I'm living I gained nothing-
The undying notorious pain.
I look up the sky but,
I can't see no heaven nor paradise,
It's an intense afternoon-
But, I see the demon,
Swaying on the moon-