Like Angels

Random late night thoughts, With minimal to no editing.

Let me free you from the hell of hope,

the searing embers of uncertainty,

let me show you how we cope.

Feathers aflame, wings trembling within a cell of tinted glass,

Like a moth in the hands of of a child bearing the same sophisticated crass,

as this intricately constructed illusion we made for ourselves,

this hell of hope.

The eyes of an electrical ecosystem examine the ego,

of a contract for the abstract too consigned to retract,

manipulating the immolated to breed the motivated as they fall below.

A tireless mechanism fueled by ambition and birthed by a schism,

manufacturing living will, regulating perceptions of humanism,

defining the black and shading the white, casting shadows to show us the light,

Burning away all of our day, and trading our slights for a sliver of night.

Giving us air to introduce despair,

demonstrating heaven to guide us through hell.

I''m not of morality for sordid makeshift quality,

when I've faced the reality as we in all actuality,

acknowledge duality while leading facades emphatically,

denying the venality of our state of society,

and ever erratically we find a certain alacrity

to  push through calamity, despite our mortality,

and the hell of hope leaves us wanting more.

Like angels set ablaze, complacence or craze?

Rising with the smoke in pursuit of the air,

but content with the effort that leads nowhere.

Reviews

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i am impressed
greatly so

even after all this time, you still yourself possess, a golden pen

we once ruled the world together
it is good to see you at work again here Demy

hope to see more from you

-your old pal

Dreamguardian