Dark Angel Tears

Inside my own mind, there is an image of me.
Of the one I've been, of whom I was, what I am and what I'll be.
There's also an image of what I can and even more me's that I'd love to see.

There is a rule with these thoughts that I throughly do dread.
No matter how I want to and do try, I can't keep the many faces I have from crying.
Not even in my most beutiful fantasy, will there ever be both a me and a you..

A shard, or a whole, perhaps I am myself complete.
And if so I am, why does life seem like such a defeat..
Even in the images that flicker through my mind, my eyes always seem to cry.

In my thoughts, my dreams and my mind..
I carve myself a being, to emotions deaf and blind.
A face not of humanity, despicing their mere touch..

A eye shines red from darkness, by angels vengence touched.
I fear no more insanity, I plead my life to guilt.
For I will live in solitude, and be punishments blade.

For I have seen my purpose, from the solece I cannot carry.
It is through this means I justify, the end of all times quarrel.
I seek annihalation, an end to it all. Not just for me, I'll bring the end to us all.