A Burning Angel

I keep seeing a man,
A tall man,
A dark man,
The man of my imagination,
Crystallized now with the pain inside.

So dark, the heart of men,
Evil tranquility, beats through,
Like the orchestra of silence,
Craving, something,
I do not understand.

He takes a step,
No, two,
With only one thing in mind,
The ending of me.

A spider-web of all his lies,
A gathering of rocks, are his heart,
Burning halo's of forgotten angels,
reflected in is eyes.
A truly evil man, he his.

No, too close now,
Turn around!
The orchestra pays no heed.

Show me who you are,
And I will give myself,
To you, and your kind.
Minions of the devil.

A mirror...
Shows me what I have feared the most,
My eyes burn as I acknowledge it,
Horrid ttruthsand twisted lies!
It's

.....

Me....

Oh, mother..where art thou now?