angles

listen for the echos
of angles that won't return
the anger of the angles
that constantly burns

they dance about
on bleeding scars
burning every living thing
leaving remnants of stars

they have no heart
no regrets nor fears
their cold, lifeless body
has no sympathy for tears

they all have a story
though none will tell
a desperate situation
for their soul, they did sell

if one would just look up
see they're not far from the door
they could get up and walk
but they lie hopeless on the floor

they chose their path
they speak only wicked lies
but look deep within them
past their hollow eyes

pass the dead cold stare
stop not when you see hell
but learn the flesh
break their cold hard shell

what you'll find
won't seem true
it will slowly emerge
but seem right on cue

what will come
is a shattered soul
broken by conflects
colored black as coal

what once was a slave
now has breath
he set himself free
escaped the wrenches of death