I never got the optical illusion,
my mind did not believe
a dark angel coming to be with me,
I went to the world with no gravity,
where all its what I think,
walking among a dull garden,
inhabitant it seemed,
no one seem to clean,
I then felt my angel
sitting next to me,
a simple whisper
part him from the close range we had build,
a second will take
I will be near,
spread his wings flew away
I have the image of him,
decreasing in body as he went apart,
a small dot of bright light,
rain came upon,
a shallow dull slow voice,
sneaks up on me
you have no one
you are alone,
spread his wings
I thought in amuse
even angels tend to do pranks,
a 90 degree from my neck was made,
burst into wind, tossed up and down,
hit the plants, hit the ground,
blood tend to burst
into the angelic fountain,
dark was his image
but with angel wings,
his face unclear
can not make a image of the face,
sharp 4 foot nails,
penetrated my hands,
as he tossed me to the dull ground,
veins, been cut,
he picked me up,
hands shaking with pain,
in a crucified position he placed me,
as slowly his nail deeper
they tend to bend,
cold sense, smell of blood,
it only takes a second
for you to be gone,
lighting flash, terrible sound,
falling to the ground,
dark angel disappearing from site,
my angel with his white rope,
absorbing my blood,
he left for a second
and i almost was gone,
I always know they are with us,
to protect, we sit back,
dont say a word,
just never dought me
when things seem to go wrong
-che