Angels

Angels are calling my name, I try to follow them, try be one of them. I try to be more than I am, for I am none. I try and follow and I am drug back to this meaningless life. I try and crawl out of this pit of dispair, but you want me to stay. Do you not see that this pit is full of poison. I will die here.

    Let the angels take me away, for it is with them that I belong. Please let me go, let me be free. Free from everything that means nothing. I am a sell out, everything that should mean something does not. This house, this car, this tv, means so little in the emptieness. Maybe if I end all, I can get it right next time. Maybe after I am gone, like you so badly want me to be. I will be better, be the man the world deserves. This world is dying, but I can't stop it, why do we hate each other so much..