Angel Sleeps
Don't mind me,
Don't be mad at little old me.
I'm just a reflection of my,
Emptiness and Selfishness.
I see lost.
I see hope.
I see many fools,
And lots of dopes.
Hopefully the many sides,
Will meet.
When the North Star Shines
And half-heartedly the fallen,
Angel sleeps.
Pity the fool who waits,
Not the dead,
One played their cards,
The other folded their hand.
Black or White.
White or Black.
Black or White.
I am the center.
The focal point,
To only ONE!
I find hallowed grounds,
In hollowness.
I've been defined by my,
Selfish desires,
Stir the moment,
Drink the bottle,
To the last drop,
The future of hope.
In one sacred stop!
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