Somewhere

Somewhere in the darkness, tonight,

your body dangles between

strings of city lights,

above the roar of a thousand hot engines,

beneath the souls stolen by this broken world.

The rain comes, but it cannot clear these streets

anymore,

the torn signs said it all before, ignored warnings,

wait in hope, just to be crushed again,

searching for love with your innocence stolen,

a downtrodden soul

left to wander the gutter, alone.

In some stories there are angels,

they fly above these sewage streets,

they fly above the howling wind,

they fly above those who

couldn’t save themselves.

Our wings have been stolen,

and the blood in your wallet tells you all you need to know,

it slipped away so slow

but it seemed to all collapse within a moment,

hopeless,

again.

Somewhere in the darkness,

tonight,

your broken body at last feels free,

we won’t be here again,

your body shall not grow old.

Somewhere in the dark and rain,

an angel gets its wings,

somewhere,

the skin will break

and make way for something new,

somewhere.