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Dreams of this angel have haunted me forever. |
Angel, why do you haunt me so? You where with the dying girl in broken streets, through cold and rain, you saved her life But that story remains unfinished; I am never to know what came of her, or of you, I am scared to learn Angel, why do you follow me? As I walked down those abandoned train tracks, the wind whispered a sadder song, and an updraft blew your bloody feathers past me I never traveled far on those lonely, rusted rails, for I awoke and they where gone Angel, why do you scare me as you do? When I stood on the pier and the wind blew, I saw you standing on the edge You held my Russian music box, it played it's melancholy melody And then you jumped into the sea... when I opened my eyes, my beach chair was overturned, and rain dripped down from the charcoal sky Gabriel, why do you haunt me so? * Ever since I was five years old, I had dreams of an angel. I am not religeous, I never believed in angels before, and I certainly didn't know that Gabriel was the name of a supposed Archangel; but somehow I knew this angel's name. In every dream I had, he wanted so badly not to be an angel that he ended his life. That is the most disturbing part. (sorry for explaining the poem) * |