Hall of Crying Angels

The Hall of Crying Angels

By Cory L.W.Clark

I find myself again at the Hall of Dead Friends

Hoping to find answers in the remnants of what once was

The ceiling collapsed just as my past was

The sun shines a false hope, shining light on the dead

All the mirrors down this hall cracked and failed

Reminding me of my darkened past

Trees of dismay grow shattered vines that cover the floor

I see the mirror of myself no more

So what is there left to judge of myself?

My hall is wrecked, what I saw is gone

Just a fragment of what this broken mind once saw

Staring at the sky I see a mystic yellow

Like the suns false hope has bled a deep wound

Out into the sky that shines upon my broken hall

I look forward to see that grand mirror at the end

So many scars pollute the surface of this mirror

Though it has yet to loose it's shine and shimmer

My angel inside....

She's crying....

So should I cry with her?

I pick up the remnants for one last try

To make my angel stop crying

Her tears are burning worse than any inferno

But it seems that all these pieces of failed friends

None of them seem to fit

I can't make her stop crying, I can't fix her broken heart

A heart that is apparently my own

All these shards I pick up etch names into my arm

These markings bleed out a darkened blood

Again and again I'm reminded of what once was

These vines of hate cover up the parts that could help save her

They trap and hide all the shards that fit the grand angel

Nature takes it's course for the worst

Killing me to fuel itself, make me suffer so it can live

It siphons every last drop of hope and faith I have left

Those guillotines that resided above have shifted

Making a cage above me, no longer offering death

But instead trapping me inside to suffer

They trap me inside with these memories

Shrieks ended far from gone and still ringing inside

They'll always be here, no matter what

I'll always find myself in this same hall, begging for it's destruction

Even in ruins it brings me back to see what lies inside

All of it now masked by nature taking it's course

And taking away what I need most

I rest my hand on the mirrors that once shined

They bleed rather than me, crying to me

Soon I see all my mirrors, faded angels of my mind

Shining a faded glimpse of the friends that died

Parts of them are gone but what's left reminds me

Of a world that I once called my home

Standing back now to see all of them bright again

I hear the celestial whispers, their words of wind

Telling me that my time here will last

But I'll have these angels of my friends here

To help me fix the grand angel and see her smile again

One day this angel will smile again

But will I smile with her or will I be crying over my scars?

I look down to see the mirror on the floor look back

I see no longer the sight of myself

But a hooded figure looking back at me with steel wings

The scythe he holds beckons for me

Telling me that it's protection is mine

A man controlled by that he holds dear

Yeah...that's what I see, that's myself soon

Or maybe that was me all along?

Ghosts of my past guide my footsteps, every thought and emotion

Ruled by these mirrors strangled by vines

These trees of rage loom over me

But the smiles of angels long past

Make an aura of light that push out the shadows

The shadows made by these hateful trees

While I rebuild my hope, make my angel happy again

I will listen to voices of my past

The past that I thought had always hurt me

I come back here in hopes of lifting the fog

To find the answers glowing in strange glyphs on the walls

Those strange letters, my once infamous ethics

Other's before myself.....

Why did I forget that?

These things that guided me, my past I left

I can't believe the future of hate has left me so blind

Maybe I do belong in the past?

Or perhaps my present is what makes them both what they are?

A blend of demons and angels together

Create perfect harmony

But it's only harmony when I hear it that way

Put these symphonies of whispers and shrieks together

Add a blend of my echoes and make a melody

See the things I forgot come back in my song of salvation

Vines...the chains holding my friends

Trees....the hate clouding their angels

Sky....the true bleeding heart

Maybe nature can purge the corruption

What to do to free my friends and save my angel?

It seems impossible, but with my angels here...

I can move on, but only if they stay

For now, all I can do...

Is tell my angel that it'll all be alright

Look down and see my hooded reaper

Reminding me of what I fight for

The angels of my friends will push out their chains

Knowing their angels will guide me further

I'll piece back together the mirror of my angel

This hall of dead friends

Is now the hall of crying angels

Let me dry your tears dearest angels

Let me end your torment

Put you all back together to make a bright home

The grand mirror of my angel

Will someday hold that sweet young girl I seek

The love I have will not be in vain

If I have an army of angels pushing me on

Live on for me Angie, I'm here for you

Even if I need it the most....