A Halo

…A Halo…
By jaria

Father angle, bound with needles, lost in the system, I know you as well bleed through hoping to see her free, although this is my disease, I breath for more than one mouth, and brought so many hearts to your cloud, lightning strikes down, and forms into many more, I was a gentle storm, a lounging victim and was not here sooner because of my being bound in the beginning, by the hands of another man, now I walk through these days breathing blades, breathing gray, hearts are dying in madness, in this world full of damage, and the gifts you’ve given are more than Christian, feeding minds that glide through life in the gutters, cuffs for those who feel their lives are governed, living the lives like a cousin, sins include throwing rocks at the government recluse, and apparent, I blind the minds with sunsets and drive through naked, feeling like my life was sold and taken by the highest bidder, now I live like scissors for misery, bleary jungle bound swans, dive down into the ground, hounds attached to my lines, finding nothing more than bound to boards denials, I live like a candle, romance surrounds me like Romans battling Egyptians and the theoretical battle wages on, and there is no peace, yet I fail to fall far from an apple trees feet, I’m torn through and dying, with my eyes set on the horizon, hoping that tomorrow I will have enough to buy my freedom, from this misery that is around my Eden, if not, ill continue to try, letting arrows fly, hanging on the roots of these tribes, finding peace is the same as the east, and with a halo laying at my feet.