An Angel s Creation

Playing a family? Or is this a real thing?
Lost and abused, my darling raccoon.
Over and over. Never had a chance
To find a real love, or maybe you're not trying?
Faked and overplayed. Always you are.
Why am I still miss you, my creation of doom?
If you cannot surprise me good. Never.
Maybe I should lose and go away? Forever.
'Cause I don't see a meaning anymore.
I mean, nothing you can do to stand your way.
Coward. As your black angel I always wished to ask you:
Why you never fight for the ones you love
And the ones who loves you back?
But I always answered instead of you:
Coward. Victim of his own choice.
Lost and abused. Always faked and overplayed.
Without a hope, without belief. Never searching.
No any miracle for you. Your own curse.
My fault. Maybe I should to destroy you?
No anymore creations, what you think?
No pain for the black angel.
Just golden sparkles of freedom
In kingdoms of death gods?
This little lights which stayed from me.

19.4.2022