Angel

whose angel is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown, I cry hello.
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She gives her angel a shake
And sobs until tears make.
The only other sounds the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The angel is enlightenment wisdom and deep,
But she has promises to keep
Until then she shall not sleep
She lies in bed with ducts that weep
She rises from her bitter bed
With thoughts of sadness in her head
She idolises being dead
Facing the day with never ending dread.