[smilinmike]

Necessary Angels

The man was enthralled
By his own personal eulogy
Tranced out by the beat
Of his shown curse for tragedy
No stranger to the art of illusion
Mastering this was his most peculiar delusion
Now somehow requiring
The attendance of angels
Had irreversably become
The dust of his addiction
Settling for a selection
Of private afflictions
He was scared of any situation
Sorounding leaving his yard now
Stares at all the stars
Near and far now
His crippled charisma
A constant case
Of disheveled and disabled
Under the weather
Unable
All actions required
A short window of distraction
All yesteryears admired
Spent mourning the aftermath
Of this extraction
A time to placate
His sense of laughter
Close his door
Leave him to his thoughts
His life hereafter
We
His necessary angels
To you we must speak
About a man
A bad hand
Meek
His nights are long
Days weak
Please
If you would sir
Let him sleep