A Poem of an Angels Song

See the sorrow in my eyes underneath the surface of lies
Into the waveless frozen stone has morphed my once liquid soul
No life prospers in my depth, I observe my obscure death
The black grim reaper knocks my door, my afterlife won't flow in heaven shores
No fragile creature of light will mourn and weep upon my night
Never it's soft swan wings will cure my entity
I wish to feel a bitter drop on the onyx of my tomb
Sun avoids to touch my grave, I'm branded and forever stained
Just for showing different world, inviting living to my own
Suffering their violent bites tearing my heart apart
Hungry vultures surround me, they lust to watch me bleed
Whenever I defend myself they desire to bring my end
So feed upon my lifeblood now, drain my spirit and leave the hollowed
Body without a pulse of light... You will present me my dark delight
By watching you sinking in sin, sinning for your own kin
Sinning the rules you live on, sinning for being sinning whores
Concede your soul to what's unreal, the price is low - your daily meal
Is all you desire for... You, created to be immortal soul
If you could only glimpse, to throw a single blink onwards to what you are to be
And sight onto the heaven's masterplan, I'm sure you would choose another way
But unless you want the blood you receive your heart apart
Gaze upon what you create today. Will who ever claim an end?
Recall your childhood, the brightest time when dreams filled the world outside
Was it something you could not be? So what is wrong with your destiny?
Who used the bloodstained ink to write detailed your misery?
Question me not and don't seek outside for the answer is hidden where it's hard to find
In a dark place you do not enter in, within what once was your sanctuary
It is said that it is in every man a sun, so I please you, just let it shine
Start right now of yourself, sense it within your chest
Behold the same sunrays tamed in ones you meet every day
It is not a glory - to kill the sun, but try to light a world lunar
Try to inhale therein life as it defends its precious dark
With malicious ignorance which became it's escape
For it always bites the hand reached to offer just a help
I threw away the thought of justice because for being strong I have to practice
To suffer pain when you don't understand that I am here for you to aid
My path, distinguished by my blood... It's every little drop is a great sign
That I was here to let you rise and bore the wounds made by your tusks
If such is the price to offer you to spread your wings, so I will pay it for eternity
If my blood is needed to blossom life I cut my veins and pour it to the ground
Witness how the nightingale sings amidst the branches of the world-wide tree
Which roots consume the juice of my blood and the tree grows... So know, I will live for ever
And I will never die.