Madness (a compilation of poems)

The Snake

I am on a brink of falling—
From grace,
The angels are weeping—
In haze

With my broken wings,
I tried to come up—
But things don't add up—
Everytime you weep, it stings

For everyone, I am not clever
They told me to say I was wrong
Or I will burn in hell forever
But hear me, I made a song

I choose to save—
From the unworthy gods—
I choose serve,
The creation of humans

I choose to bear the greatest sin—
I choose to crawl upon this earth
For I am willing to wait
For the day we meet again

For you, I will turn back time—
Again and again
I will be the vermin; to free you
From this endless puppet play

This is my resolve—
I am not an angel nor a demon
But against the gods—
I'll be the cataclysm.

© Leaf