Monday, August 22, 2011

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....

1 comment:

Kiba_Okami said...

I may be in chains but ill always be behind you, no matter what you do ill be behind you... i promise you that...

and the Hooded one is not of false hope, but of the saddened past you hold. he is you as you are him.

and remember that you may be traped but you can always find a way to escape alive, just do me a favor and dont do anything reckless

your furry angel,
Moko