A Soul Released

by Angel
(Bronx, New York)

Walking toward the light
The cigarette ignites
Leaving behind the fair sprite
I look back in spite.

A table, a chair, nightmares.
A promise, a leap, binds.
Knowledge attained, love awares
No sunlight through shut blinds.

A suicidal horizon, looming pirates
Smoke and ashes, closed eyelids
A parting soul, lunar surprises
Dead of night, spirits, Islands.

Speak for me when I go
Never think it wasn't so
Believe though I am no more
See through me at my core

On the front lines, facing Gigas
I speak of truths deep inside us
Prospective gravity inside us
Twisted ego. Faulty midas