The Flesh Of A Dying Angel Poem by Louemile Escober

Brother of my beloved spirit
Rest and wait for your gleaming words
Until the light lift you through your misery
Hold me, pray to my fallen incantation

Wings to burn by your essence
Regret by the past you don't hear
I am the shadow beneath your tainted light
Born by the fear inside this starry womb

Waiting for the tranquility to rise
Sight for the venomous reaper come forth
Anguish by your fear I hear your voice
Thy dying voice receive with gratitude

Reincarnated with the wind of hell
Consumed by itself, spitted by the century
Isolated by this scripted twist of faith
Living to pretend that I have a life

Breathing alone in my mind that full of void
Separated from your stench I feel
Dying without a pain, driven by our word of bane
Goodbye my love, Goodbye my enemy

Infatuated by the death wish you upheld
Remembering the past that I had control
Finding my way out from this tomb
Because a dying angel will never learn how to fly