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Fallen angel

A silent fall from grace
My wounds cry under the lace
painted in red of true pain
In a pool of truth where i lay.

I suld turn this world
into sanity of cruel
To weak to stand
And unable to find His hand.

Abandoned to the wake of a smile
Unable to find teh denial
That i have been saved
And the words have never been said.

I have broken
said a prayer but choked on it
Took hold of the rail
When i fell.

I was forsaked
To a life of condemned
Because I felt a sin
Plucking at my heart mend.

I push myself off the cocrete
To see disapproving eyes look down on me
Just to see how far I fell
From Heaven to Hell.

I fell to thsi world
To find I'm just as cruel
Sin addiction
To every now and then.

I disobeyed the rules of The One
And took interest in how to run
Away from myself
Not addmiting to help.

I see the rain is red
A reflection of the words not said
Upsetting balance to weary walks
Good thing all doors have locks.

A perfect picture of the Arch
Standing visible in the dark
An abstract note to P.S. I'm Dying
Compared to the sinning.

Main factor of touch
That no one find lust
You shouldn't see my sins
Or else my heart might stop beating again.

I have broken
Said a prayer and choked on it
Fell form the right hand
Too damned.