Angels, Part 2

Taste the sugar of my resurgence

Though it may be short lived

And the ends may have changed

Truth will out

Even when it’s painful

And it tries to be viscious

The truth is its own worst enemy


In a corner of the mind

Like a revolutionary

Trying to spread its gospel

Lies are a painkiller

But I have no more need of them


Pastels run into darks

They are stained and left wasted

Like loving someone who doesn’t exist

So that in the end

Existence depends

On what you exist for


Where it leads you

Is back to the start


A theif

Leaves you where you began

Looking for something

And being non-existent


-May 5, 1996

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