On the pavement...

On the pavement...
Fallen,
      Fallen angel, lies asleep by the edge of the pavement.
Pollen like an avenger
      Bites through my skin, asking for payment.
Broken by his venture, begging for mercy, burning like mustard,
    Pitiful sinner, sorrowful bastard
Loveless like bottomless pit...

Speechless like flowers, lacking its purpose
    Black beautiful iris
 That lies in the valley of piercing remorses,
     Excruciated through spiritual crisis.

I'm reading his notes, I'm choking with pollen
His glamour is dark, this angel is fallen
Those burning contrition, the curious wishes
So cautious, so viscous,
The blame and the fear
So carefully near....

Fallen,
   Fallen angel lies asleep in his cradle of vanity.
Galling admonishing danger
   Bites through my skin, asking for sanity.
Dried of his powers, hiding from light, pallid like custard,
   Meaningful hater, wicked old bustard,
Ruthless like unavoidable trap...

Wordless like time, void of emotion
    Dark magnificent rose
Piers through the sky of windy commotion,
   Feeding its thorns on what comes and goes.

Stolen, stolen part calls my dreams apart,
It draws like a magnet
This bloody soul's fragment
So lone and forgotten, so foul and so rotten
Like fallen angel's desolate heart...


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