Akara K.

(06/30/91 / Alabama)

Angel of My Hell


Reaching out
Heart cries tears of blood
A fiery flood
Where did I go wrong
No chance for mercy
Lost all hope for grace
But despite the pain
I only see your face
Even in the darkest night
You could be my everlasting light
You could tame the fire
Even in a place where demons dwell
You could be the angel in my hell
Bodies and brimstone
Raining down from crimson skies
Ears filled with lies
All suffers but nothing dies
More misery than the prophecies could foretell
Still, you could be the angel in my hell
Seraphic wings of healing perfection
Can't explain just why you fell
But in a place where you're the only thing that shines
You could be the angel of my hell

Submitted: Sunday, July 29, 2007
Edited: Friday, March 25, 2011

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