My Angel’s Life
My Angel’s eyes are black and blue
My Angel’s wings are torn
My Angels cuts lie deep within,
From anguish My Angel was born.
To look upon my Angel’s face
I wonder what makes my Angel stay?
For every morning when I awake
My Angel dies another day.
My Angel rises persistently
Beaten like a worthless whore
To take the hurt that is rightfully mine
Only to come back for more.
So many times I have asked myself,
Why is My Angel here?
But today I found the answer……
Lo and behold in the reflection of the mirror.
My Angel is my conscience,
My God, My guide, My Sanity.
My Angel protects me from what hurts me.
My Angel protects me from myself………..