Thursday, March 25, 2010

Fallen Angels

You lose

They rub it in

You hurt

They make it sting.

There has to be more to life

Than this morose predictability

More to this existence

Than this intuitive animosity

Where angels fall

On a regular basis

Where pedestals are crushed

More often than they are built.

The more you expect

The more they disappoint

The more you trust

The harder they make you fall.

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1 comment:

  1. "i cry when angels deserve to die"
    -system of a down