Angel's Flight

When is it okay to fear the one from whom you were made?

Why should you shiver in the dark, your breaths come so shallow - but oh how you prayed.

All because one can not control the angers of days past.

A fist so large, the child's body so small, he is helpless and so frail - oh and these marks are red, burn like fire, they grow as if alive.

The mother cries for her child, but frozen in fear she doth hide,

For later in night the child will say, he heard the mother's cries -

And yet he was not saved.

His teeth grit and grind and all the scars they put inside, are a flaw that is carried like a flickering light - oh why do angel's take flight and hide when it feels as if he's about to die.

The words do hurt and are carried for life, but the hand that holds the whip steals the soul, rendering the boy helpless before the serpents kiss.

He cries and cries, the tears taste upon his lips - does the father love the fear?

At times he is out of control and the anger boils inside of the bull.

The sounds of the whimpers lights a fire that burns in his eyes like lumps of coal that is red.

The child shrinks, but the hand is fast - never a kiss, always a fist - but oh God why?

He sees the stars he sees the light, but there is no relief for he is still alive.

And the boy wonders... why do the ones who love leave when they are needed the most?

Why do the angel's take flight - oh why, oh why do the angel's take flight?

The child inside is abandoned, a shipwreck upon the moon

No way back, a downward spiral, seeing reflections of a broken you.

He's cast aside, no place to hide - a mind devoured while alive!

Terrified little child, whipped by his hand, and to the binds they hold.

Hammered by those hardened fists, and through the stars, the mind in midst.

Do not let him see, why should he feel - even his soul wants to have wings. Oh why, oh why do angel's fly.

Self destruction, an imminent death, the goals at the end of this forever road.

Through his teens, and although mean, he can never let it go!

Count down the days, everybody has aged - Oh, did he become this too?

Was it his Jealousy, or was it always me - left the anger to breed. Oh why, oh why - why do angels fly?