Angel

Angel, like a light and a guide
Above my head when the night is but dark
And quiet. Thoughts rage in my head and tells me things.

Away I further myself from drowning into things that I have lost.
Away I further myself from finding the things that have lost me.
Away, away, away, drifting to sleep, upon discovery of truth in my subconscious. 

And what? 
And then? Upon questions I ask.

Am I just a skeleton in your closet?
Am I nothing more than just past and distance? 
Am I just a story to tell and a memory to forget?

A snake in the grass, you are nothing less.
A serpent in the garden, deceiving me to my death. 
Abolish me, that I might be someone like
Abel and you can be someone like Cain
And death I face to finally see the heavens I was promised. 

And death I face to finally find peace.
And death I face to finally figure the truth.

And what?
And then? Finally I will

Awake and forget the truth in my subconscious
And overlook everything I am supposed to know 
Again and again. Until death, until that 

Angel decides to abdicate it’s duty as Honesty.
A happy family, Sleep and Death are. 
A happy cynic I will be when they adopt me.