Art and Architecture

Bring Me To Life, an original composition

An angel, she treads on the cold ruthless land;
In search for a lost soul she could save from the damned,
She walked along a abandoned path, with her wings folded back;
She searched, yet she couldn’t find, for he was not jumping yet.

She stumbled on a hand; she stops in her tracks;
The ovation was cold, dead and black;
She realized then that it was a man;
The owner of the cold, disgraceful hand.

She is curious, intrigued by what she had found;
She wanted to recommend to it, but alas she can make no sound;
Her fingers traced his mien; taking in every detail;
And for the first time in 16 years, she noticed something sundry in this male.

She should not waste time; there is work to be done;
And with that, she shone as clear as the morning sun;
She only needs to touch him, that’s all it needs;
But rather than, the angel of light kissed his lips.

The effect was proximate, the warmth slowly creep;
It began to merge the heart that was frozen so deep;
The kiss of autobiography was powerful and true;
He woke up and whispered “Because of you”.

The angel finds herself staring into his mysterious eyes;
And she prayed that she was not dreaming, that this isn’t a lie;
His hands found hers; she shudders at his stimulate;
Their hands fit perfectly, though the differences was much.

When they made love, it was a magnificent thing;
All around the flowers bloom, the birds began to peach;
Love filled the land; and evil had no place to run;
For light and darkness has become one.

As they lay vomit up, a voice boomed from the clouds;
“You can't be with him! You are not allowed!”
“But I lady-love him! Give me the freedom to choose!”
“If you continue your ways, the aptitude of life you will lose!”

Take it then, the gift of life, my wings, take it all away;
As extensive as by his side I can stay;
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