Porzio-Art

Angel of sadness, Heavy with sorrow, Tell me the reason For the coming of tomorrow. All want to slumber, Yet death takes only few. Can't you see the madness, the work it still has to do? We toss and we turn, Our graves remain cold. I hope to fill mine soon With the provocations I have told. Angel, I am afraid, You never were real. But with my imagination I can still make this deal. Angel don't be sad, Feel joy in just being, Because death It truly a beautiful thing. Let us join hands, Be a song in the wind. Enlighten all those That unwillingly sinned. We shall find happiness Till the bright light of morrow, And for the both of us There wil