I catch the rain drops that are falling
I’m looking through the drops,
I’m seeing something strange
It’s walking then it stops,
I’m listening to the music
That’s playing in my ear,
I’m so fucked up and tired
I can’t believe of what I’m seeing,
A friend that ones was dead
Now is walking in my head,
I believe, I think it’s fake
But the feeling is so real.
He came up like really close
Stretched his hand forward,
Wearing absolutely zero clothes
He said “you look a little hurt”,
With my mouth that’s open wide
I scream inside my mind,
A tear begins to fall
I try to give a hug
I slip and hit the floor.
I light up a cigarette
As if to try to concentrate,
I see him one more time
But this time it’s not fake,
He walks up to me and says
“Forget the world ways,
Forget the things you do
And start to tell the truth,
Forget the memories you have
They never really last,
Forget this thing you call your life”
And of the cliff he fell.
Then a scream that came from unaware
I heard it really loud,
He said “you have to be aware
You’re the fallen angel.
thomas coltrin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fallen-angel-70/
