The best way to solve problems
is by death
as I watch the waves hit
those burning rocks
edging closer and closer
to this edge
watching the angels fall
I wear those silk draped wings
as a failure to all
and all being me
kneeling down to say goodbye
as the wind picks up
I watch the angels fly
wondering where my angel has gone
the waves crashing like fire from the sky
I stand up
spread my wings
and descend straight down
to the distant flames
