Shards of Sugar (2022 - 2023) | Poetry

79.) where the angels lay

Oh angel in the sky,
tell me how it is fair that I get to keep mine?
Oh when I do cry,
tell me how long left I have to reach the finish line.

I don't want to lose anyone else to death this way,
my soul is destined to lose its colour and turn grey.
How can I keep my soul, keep on living,
when I'm broken, not whole, and you're not living?

How dare you forsake me, leave me all alone.
Two angels in the sky while I'm still walking on coal and stone.

They have my tears, a river-full.
I have their auras, their skull.

Their names in our hearts,
their spirit in our arts.

Did it really hurt that much?
Pain galore or as such?
Where was the light when they left you in the dark?
Why did you have to listen to the midnight lark?

Your name on my hand,
a person I never really knew.
I will walk on paradise land,
and will meet your soul to renew.

Now I'll never know what your soul looks like when it speaks through your body,
left to imagine what you would have been like, tragically.

Here I am, under the graveyard in the sky, the lost stars, the constellations.
Where the angels lay, near Venus, near Mars, near God's solar creations.

Oh my white rose, ivory robed-sister,
oh my crescent moon who I made smile.
Oh, I am your older brother.
You are you of course but I am Guile.

I write these words for you, words you can't ever read.
I will stalk the angel of death for you and plant a seed
of karma, of mortality,
of justice, or morality.

But what power do I have?
I am helpless and alone.
What mind or heart do I have?
An empty nothing under bone.

I wish I could have been there twice.
They say three time's the charm, thrice.
So can I be the third angel, like milk, moon and rice?
Should I slip through the ice?
Which method will suffice?
Will my ending be horrid or nice?
In my grave with worms or lice?
With silver suns or grey mice?
Will Hell come or Heaven entice?
Will death come to me like a neon light or like a shadowy dice?
Will it be sugar sweet or filled with stinging spice?

Either way I know that I'm coming, we all are.
So be patient, my distant, untouchable silver star.

Just glow for me,
with your luminosity.
Amongst the black,
the dark, have my back,
and I'll have your heart,
on my sleeve like a dart
to a neck,
oh heck, oh heck.
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