Angel Wing

Angel can be seen in the eyes of the blind man
with a feather in one hand and a bat wing  in the other to show the phenomenon created by his mother.
It's a wonder he remembers between the alcohol and the nicotine,
the 40 billion pills he took and the 100 ounces of weed.
But Angel's in remission, angels still exists,
you can tell by his demeanor,
the equality he shows to me is the love he was shown by his sister.
Underneath the beanie,
Is a brain that thinks.
He knows the love he holds and the feelings he can't hide,
Little graffiti artist with a bad habit,
thanks me daily for putting up with it.
Doesn't know I'm thankful for someone like me,
doesn't know he's the reason it's easy for me to breathe,
holds my hand to make me gaze into his eyes
Raw emotion,
I'm thankful for the reality.
Raw feeling,
he doesn't cloud my vision with black wings,
twisting the caliginous visions we keep.
And Angel's got a name,
Angel's got a name,
He'd gamble with his life,
if I wasn't playing the game.
The roots are excoriating, like ash, they're black,
down to the molecules of his scalp,
showing all that he knows, showing all I mean to him,
like on those Autumn days,
he remembers with each leaf falling, the moment he fell for me,
with every time the leaves change to brown or orange from green
and the sky was a different shade of blue
he remembers the first time he felt love for me, like the first time he said, "I love you."
Through the years, the lights get brighter
And can he see?
Nooo...
These heartaches have been far to hard fro him to bear alone
In between the soul binding his heart's been entwining with mine,
His orbs see sepia and twist my organs to flutter,
And there ain't nothin better.
Those lips render lies useless,
prove utterly child proofless,
and leave me hostage.
Bittersweet between the puffs of nicotine and oxygen used for breathing,
holding back my fears of the abandoning,
kissing away the monsters created after years of manhandling,
making promises worth keeping,
they seem safe...
and when they touch mine, they leave a white feather between my teeth while he goes on
with his own brand of disappearing.
In his hands,
I see the grace I left,
In between constant extended breaths
and human regrets.
In his hands hold the secrets I'd longed to forget,
longed to leave inside my past.
His feet have rolled so far on top a board with four wheels,
he feels the further he pushes,
the further he soars, the further he can get away from how he feels.
But he knows his place in my heart,
amongst the others, he rises above,
he's in the stars.
Between fits of nicotine and three years standing,
constant fights that leave us apart,
like two hurricanes fighting to become one,
Angel's in my heart,
upstanding, the cause of much strife,
the cause of many tears, head aches, and smiles,
I can't be thankful any more than I already am,
for a boy who makes it hard to live with out him, making me ease on into real living,
the love stands between Angel and me is never ending.