o how the messiahs cry
when die;
on the inside ...
every day i expire
and everyday i feel that angel
my guardian,
shed his tears.

he finds himself fighting the same demons,
only to be consumed
even deeper each time

why does he try so hard to fight agianst a devils spawn?
why must he push past the barriers
into my soul
to free me from my barless cage?
my invisible shakles that seem to be getting tighter each day.
and yet each day i find him getting closer,
so close i can even taste the salvation
taste his heavenly hand
o yes
the ones that will untangle me from my thorny shell
he will open me up and find im a human...

a human like u.