A misconducted angel

A misconducted angel

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A misconducted angel

My emotional masquerade is made by vast mass charades
past my own long lasted rate of inflated misconduction
I, a freak in a normal world, here to hate the misconception
standing alone as a divine image painted in missed reception
an empty church, a funeral alone with a book of poetry to read
a tempting search of numeral clones that'll notice me leave
I dusted off my clothes as the wind sung in my windows
I'm sorry for my actions n that I'll leave a young widow
the pillow case is empty, feathered angels awoke n flew away
their broken wings knew the way to a not so sleepy place
seeking freedom without having my heavy head resting astray
measure my pace as my heart skip in these testing trips
catch the whip n enslave me with the eyes of a beholder
any god with strength enough to free a mind from shoulders
an older n cold boulder over my folded torso full of remorses
sources told my plastered face will crack when it's over




A misconducted angel with two wings where one is broken
A misconducted stranger with no strings attached to hoping
Lost in a myriad of thoughts missing the guidelines
pissed on this world with emotions missing n sidelined




a socially fit sociopath holding the wrath of a fading soul
a heart made of gold with titanium screws to hold as whole
molded as a stereotype but still not feeling the hype
healing my life by killing death n stealing the scythe
still in my eyes is this angle of strangled n stranded time
stuck at twenty wishing my life would rewind in my mind
could the oceans flush me instead of giving me this rust
I'm a listener, hearing is my lust so hand me your trust
I'll speak of nothing that'll harm you beyond help n needs
secrets will be kept, if health is an issue I'll do myself a deed
it's yours but when you've slandered I'll hand you relief
trust me, I'm a friend n I'll put bands on what I heed
since birth I've been fed with greed, n I've tampered my soul
please fashion my surroundings but don't change my goals
I've been a being since first seeing the shady side of light
If you could have my eyes you'll join me aside my strife



A misconducted angel with two wings where one is broken
A misconducted stranger with no strings attached to hoping
Lost in a myriad of thoughts missing the guidelines
pissed on this world with emotions missing n sidelined



panicked at the first sight of light, the worst side of life
cursed the ties of theft, my stolen time, never seen before death
a forced quest, but I stuck to my task n corrupted my past
presented a now n this was how I gained my strength
aimed my lengths, got as far as I wanted with words
the worst curse was yet still a mere blur question mark
I blessed the dark, left the harsh behind to shine bright
the divine light from this thinker will last with this piece
a demo release, yet one of the most classic meals
food for ears, tissues for tears n issues for fears
dealt with from my views and angles, a strangled writer
dropping the tie, a casual author exiting the fighters
the prodigal son set out on a crusade...
watching my own mirrored image seeing how I fade
played the last game of death against my understudy
cheated death and now it's time to slumber buddy




peace!