Smack

I swear I saw angel, and by the look on your faces I can tell what your think here we go again just another love poem but I’m serious she wore white capturing my gaze “so this what you look like in your purest form no imperfections in my imperfect eyes yes I know she was an angel if you don’t believe me just ask the other 474,000 that fit my demographic that saw her in all her beautiful glory she kissed my nose and gave me the sensation of power as if every obstacle I could face would fall in my presents I have to know your name please divine creature tell me your name is it Isis, Sophia maybe Angelica. It was none of the above her name was china white I asked her for her hand I couldn’t passed the chance to walk side by side with a creature that has seen the face of god I only ask why she always hides in balloons but that doesn’t matter what important is that your here now but your gentle kisses on my nose just isn’t doing it for me anymore I want you to injected be with your influence she did and at that moment everything became perfect pain non-existent, no fear, anxieties, suffering nothing more than a thing of the past I think I learn the meaning of happiness arms and legs heavy but happy what a rush…. I awake and she’s gone where is she why would she leave me I feel sickly without her presents I want her back I need my angel when I found her a few hours later with a simple on the nose and a injection into my soul everything return to perfection at the simple cost of some dollars and a mark on my arm only to leave me again covered in vomited surround by tin foil and burnt spoons when the pain of being away gets to bad I’ll just go see her again they tell me she’s no good but they know nothing she saves me from the cold sweats the pain and she allows me to finally rest don’t you see she is the only one who can save me she is my heroin I go to look for her but not before I catch a simple glance at my face I stare realizing at that moment that I forfeited my soul even the devil was at one time a angel and I think that she’s no different I feel stupid how could fall in in the nod and fall from grace I’ve bathed hell dust sold myself away as a whole for nothing more than a eighth whose value is less than the lighter I used to melt you down but what’s worse is that even now that I see your true colors effected by your chemical compounds and that I know longer want anything to do with you I’ll still comeback because the pain of no longer having you is just to unbearable I still breath the breath of life but truthfully I think I was dead on your arrival.