What an uncharacteristic change of events.

Hands up!
Fists high.

I feel a strange peace washing over me. Regardless of the constant plunges life throws. Lets sit back, in the beach chair - Let’s watch the sun set.

With the breeze I’ll send away my worries.
The spring is here, but it won’t last forever. Winter will come again, freezing all. Taking away the precious things.
I know, no one will be there to hold my hand forever - But can't I hold yours?

Forever, or for never...
Always two steps behind.

Let the lighting bolt crash, as feathers fall from the sky.
You’ve done it now - Say Hello to Nightmare.
Catch yourself falling down...Catch yourself a falling angel.

Pretty Pixies dance,
moon lights the field.
Keep fishing for that dream.
Hurry, time is ticking.
Lets go - blind and stupid.
Full moon apocalypse
Feathers hit the floor.

Everything can be used for song and dance.
Everything can be used for show.
Sometimes it’s best if you just leave.
Let the girl go.
It’s the mad hatter syndrome - ripping apart at the seems.

Spiraling downward
Catch your angel
Your fallen angel.
They don’t bleed.
Heal the wounds...-

-...because everyone knows Angels don’t fall in love with demons.

I blogged it, I wrote it.
© mdz