

halo; .the.insanity.of.the.machine.part.three.


your halo is so bright, ever gleaming
like a blinding beacon in this cold dismal night
your smile perfect row upon perfect row of ivory
i wish i could touch you
brush against such perfection
but you dont even see me
	the twisted broken mess
	that was once me

a feather, so graceful in it's descent to earth
so much unlike my fall to this place
o sweet angel if only you would look down to me
hold me up to your light
	mend me fix me help me

from the corner of your eye
you caught my stare
	i caught it
		i held it as long as i could
only if i knew if you saw me
hovering above me, your arm outstretched
you grasp my sweaty hand and up i come
into your arms i am free
	if only i could stay...
	safe in here in this
	place of hope with you.