A Nephilim's Requiem of a Dream

Your little angels carry such malice upon watching demons dancing, so fleeting. When putting pen to pad, a madman's Wonderland that felt more like a nightmare than pleasant dreaming. When you had to bury your best friend and it made you a god amongst the lambs, never quite healing. My evil heart burns daring you to take a bite, chew me up, and f**k your feelings. Like in a sea of 6 billion f*****g people you are the only one able to cauterize the bleeding. f**k. Cemeteries and cells are only way of leaving then break my bones and bring me my death. Remember to listen closely to the sounds of your regrets. The day you came into my life when dealin n killin is just another way to try your best. What's another dead homie you've got to pick up and lay to rest. So rest in pieces to the lost soul we've kept and been forced to bury. When meeting with Satan at the crossroads, was just another loaded gun, just another cross to carry. I'll kill and steal a million battered souls just to keep yours near. We ask ourselves how many shattered bubble's or forsaken angels have we lost here? With our broken bleeding knuckles, a serial killers empty heart only left to make a mess. A psychopath mentality that only leaves you with feeling your feelings a little less. A f****d up mix of halfway homes and rotting flesh. You can stick a needle in my arm, watch me melt. Like f**k it, I've killed every silly angel with the same hand their God delt. The scariest thing left for me to do is check up on myself. That reflection in the mirror, a ghost with no name. Was scarier then any angel some God made. When the demons know you by your first name. They'll sit down to a poisoned dinner with you like their last meal was the same one you just ate. Yet just another fallen angel, left to fall and die because of your dumb mistakes. You chose a different route then things started to change. You became an angel with a solemn face. I, Lucifer's son. A Morningstar infinite amount of rage. You, your beautiful angel face becoming such a haunted case. And I, A Morningstar, left alone at the top of my cage. Because even God's have fallen under the pain of a thousand heartbreaks. To run seeking shelter under the same damn snake, they once cast out and tried to break AlyXander Morningstar - Est 1823