My Stolen Angel...

Lying in bed and the sheets feel like sand dunes,
I'm sinking into another mirage of doom and gloom,
I'm that obese I feel like I'm eating myself,
I wake up in sweats, feeling the heat of hell.

I've too many pieces that can't be fixed, 
Not even the feathers from angel's wings,
I'm tired and broken, 
My angel has been stolen,
I'm tired and broken, 
My angel has been stolen.

The dark stillness of the ceiling is as black as my soul, 
Fear has a hold over me, this mattress is my gravestone, 
To hear cracks in this house is like the demon saying hello, 
Yet I cry upon this heavy pillow, I'm empty, surely I'm hollow.

I'm lost.

How many times can I regurgitate the same pitiful words that haunt my very existence, 
Why do I feel the urge to implode, when my mind to my heart offers no resistance, 
I can't remember the moment my head took over my heart, I only want to feel again, 
I scream but nobody hears, they read my words but they don't feel my pain.

I've too many pieces that can't be fixed, 
Not even the feathers from angel's wings,
I'm tired and broken, 
My angel has been stolen,
I'm tired and broken, 
My angel has been stolen.

I'm like a robot, 
I'm like a shell, 
Do I get to love? 
Will death be easier? 
Emotionless, 
Suspended—
Suspended by life, 
H
A
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G
I
N
G...

Dreaming for this euphoric life, 
A devine moment, only to be blind! 
An idea?
Consuming! 
An idea, 
Just tired...

Giving my life to lung, 
Cradled by a distant sun,
Now the moon appears —
And the stars? 
The stars merely whisper "I am here", 
Don't be scared, 
Sleep, 
Have no fear.

My heart whispers;
I've too many pieces that can't be fixed, 
Not even the feathers from angel's wings,
I'm tired and broken, 
My angel has been stolen,
I'm tired and broken, 
My angel has been stolen.

I'm 
Tired
And 
Broken.