Angels

Maybe all we’ve done is burn the past to embers.

We pushed, we shoved, we smacked, we screamed.

Everything our hands touch seems to crumble.

I guess we’re angels with wicked schemes.

The glass is shattered and scattered all over the floor.

We can’t take a step without cutting our feet.

Our bed is covered in toxins deadlier than any wild animal.

We breathe them in then spit them out at one another.

Whatever love we shared has turned to insanity.

This madness has poured over us like melted gold.

Turning us from lovers, to warmongers.

But I don’t want to leave.

I’m a wounded animal and you are the caregiver.

No one can understand our cruelty.

Your temper scares Satan, my wrath shakes heaven.

We’ve set our path on fire and now we watch it burn together.