amaimon

boy who missed the sun
archangel
bent like a saddle inside
you missed the all the stars
you should have seen them
fell off my chair
there are no more colors
black obelisk disk
adorns my sky

at times i've seen you from the ground up
up in the heaven full of smoke
at times i've see you from the ground up
you make the choice
i'll see you someday
when the black disc no longer
obscures my eye