WHY ARE ANGELS OVERDONE

When white wings flap
In iron bars, a trap
the congregation,
the flock,
the vagabond believers,
the blood from feathers do they lap
And drill the Angel's skin for sap

It seems we all profess
To find someone to confess
our sins
the blood on our chins
the winds
the blow us 'cross out very minds
into dark waters

But if we find an Angel
We lock it in Cage L
L for Lack
L for Lust
L for Loss
And away from the other Angels

This one dies.

It is said
In a book bound by leather
and blood
and mud
and faith and rock and powder and block
That fallen Angels become Demons

I don't think an Angel can fall
But we can force him to crawl
back to Heaven
at eleven
thirty, when we're supposed to be in bed.

Because when an Angel is trapped, and sapped
for his compassion
He is stripped
Strip Mined
Mind
Gone?

And when we finally let him go
He is not the he was in so
many years ago

So let him go
And breath in so
The love I already have for you

Stop chasing Angels who will only die

Because a friend's heart is harder to break
Than Angel's wings, especially those fake