Rêves Canadiens

 
                This Angel Crashes  

                Dark and dismal

                this empty barren room

                without her soul

                maybe shell return soon.

                Curtains whip in the wind

                lightning crashes

                all the things, I have sinned

                in my mind mashes.

                My Angel of hope

                shuts her eyes

                oh how she mopes

                in all my anguished lies.

                Cancerous, thickening air

                getting hard to swallow

                the burden which I bare.

                As I wonder in this self-pity wallow.

                The Angel opens her eyes

                hope streams in through the window

                letting out deafening sighs

                though Im as low Hell and even below.

                My eyes blinded by her light

                hearts leaping for joy

                a marvelous feeling and sight.

                for every girl or boy.

                Lightning crashes

                as she withdraws from my room.

                Upon my wrists deep gashes.

                Now there is no light, stars or moon.

                Again darkened and dismald

                this empty barren room.

                Remembering my morose load,

                praying shell come back soon.

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