Mistaken Identity.
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I'm an evil spirit

standing in this storm, raindrops splash against my head
cloudy days are special, like closing your eyes before bed
as special as death, me i'm dead, but i inhabit this earth
and roam invisible to everyone so terribly bad that it hurts

i ask for my worth, but i don't get an answer. . .just tracks
up into my empty heart where the padded walls are black
emotions bounce back and forth, i continue down this road
where the multitudes show smiles brighter than love poems
i loath the cries and laughs that they can so easily express
while i envy those green blades on the other side of this fence
with my thoughts we commence. . .i'm lonely as a fallen star
lost in the emptiness. . .every sign of affection has gone far
away from me i pray to see the heavens so gay with glee
since when i was alive i was only subject to rage and screams
they paved the dreams that would provide a moments escape
now seconds are short. . .but still. . .those moments were great
if i hold them i taste. . .heaven held within my keen senses
it lasts not long enough. . .but my god. . .the taste is so precious
i want to bottle it inside eternity and keep it upon my dresser
asked more or lesser?. .i keep walking and get out of my thought
legs first i crawl out of it. . .new visions erupt my high hopes a lot
but gravity has a law. . .so obviously they drop. .i trail an old hag
who has a fresh soul with a little body parched upon her back
he glances fast. . .with guilt. . .in a way it was almost secretly
could it be?. . .surely there is no possible way he can see me
. . .he showed attention. . .but? . . .how come? what and why
the woman held him up . . .of course. . i mean surely he's alive
he gave me his eyes. . .and in an instant i could sense his fear
rolled back in his mind. . .i sensed his tears. . .it's been years
decades, centuries, or milleniums since anything has happened
so i followed with that initial glance. . .and a stroke of passion
i followed them up a eeiry road. . .the boy began to pout
so when they got to the door of the gothic style house
she slapped him in his mouth. . .he screamed "but why?!"
he cried. . ."where's mommy and daddy?! where is my life!"
i sprinted and made it in before the door closed. . .i saw
events that would make a tetanus victim. . .drop his own jaw
she began to claw. . .she touched him and even rubbed him
he was 3 years old. . .this lady got naked and fucked him
the blood ran. . .she sang pleas of worship. . .to make it official
satanistical . . . she brought him to the fire . . . like a ritual
she screamed the odd tones like lost moans he screamed
and the flames charred his liquid life. . .as he continued to bleed
i was awe struck. dumbfounded. immobilized. . .all in my mind
so i sacrificed my life. . .became one with the fire and died. . .

standing in this storm, raindrops splash against my head
cloudy days are special, like closing your eyes before bed
as special as death, me i'm dead, but i carry a soft light
and i still roam invisible to everyone. . .but i make this life. life


I'm a guardian angel.