Gained With Angels

This picture allows progress
Painted in shades of mediocrity
Grown accustomed to such angels
As breathe down on lower man
With such glowing passion
As desperate as it’s ever seemed
And you’re constantly surrounded
By the images of what could have been
And what once was
But I dreamed of a world
Where we never sleep at all
And if you can’t make a prediction
There’s no point in a future left to come
And your only hope left over
Is forgetting
That it never makes a door appear
I held her in my molar arms
The bones chipped and weathered
The broken grasp espousing
A dream of a sleepless world
And the best you can ever hope for
Is the sudden realization
That your life is more empty
For all the light’s absence
And this is just a puzzle
To be thought of in times of scarcity
In scarecrows rotting
From the inside out again
And an old man with broken teeth
A woman of questionable virtue
But I’m still standing up
And you have to keep moving
Just to keep from dissipating
Because only in your actions
Are you ever presently present
Far removed from lines of communication
Which are all down
In the mud that flowed backwards
And I understand your constant need for reassurance
Your desperate need for proof of life intact
A molar angel’s cousin
Brought on the verge of black out
And this static broken wave
Flickering before me in the dark
Is just method acting
Is war-torn
Is desperate
Is desolate
Is gained with angels
Is more than any dream
Of sleepless worlds
Of better words than I can manage
Every step I take along the path
Is just a step closer to the death
That is inevitable
For a poor wretch like me