Antimatter

Angelic

Angel cried last night; it was something in her dreams,
Carving pictures on her bedroom wall, she wonders what it means,
But gets by inside by saying it’s not real,
There’s no reason to confuse myself no matter what it seems.
Angel lied last night to amputate her fears,
With no question she exhumes herself from possibilities.
Close your eyes it’s fine by saying it’s not real,
There’s no reason to forgive myself no matter what it seems.
And if I could grow some wings I’d fly away home…

Flowers

I had a dream, far away from here,
Far away from you, far from all the pain.
With strength in numbers, the sad betrayal braves,
Return to desecrate those memories again.
And there you were taking flowers from my grave …
I kiss the ground but I can hardly breathe,
As you scrape me from the pavement once again.
Safety in numbers, you thought I’d washed away,
But I’m still waiting for the rain…

I’m still waiting for the rain…