Expressing Me

Flying Angel

The earth is calling for help,

It's time to use my wings,

Why is it always me, the flying angel,

Who has to sort out these things?

My wings work behind me,

Supporting my light weight,

I didn't want to go to earth,

That place is just full of hate.

My white dress flows in the wind

As my hair surroundes my content face,

I look down through the clouds,

To that damned old place.

I see boys fighting and cheating

Girls trying to cure their heartache,

They reveal their skin on purpose,

How desperate, not to mention fake.

I roll my eyes at them before coming to a land,

I look at the man who has to pay for his sins,

I quickly take away his life and blood gushes out

His family arrives; that's where the regret begins.

This isn't what they call justice I realize,

No matter what, he still had a life,

He had a future, an ambition, a job,

Family, children, a loving wife.

And I took all that away from him,

Who was the one committing sins now?

He was my victim and I, angel, the murderer,

I'm sorry God, I broke my eternal vow.

I fly away, getting lost in the process.

I find a dark corner where I curl into a ball,

But I'm still in that damned old place,

I stay there alone, awaiting death's call.