Broken Angel

The was one sunny day
The day when I took a step to the land of happiness, they said
But hapiness is just a state of mind
A lucide dream
Because when I saw smiles and laughs
I saw the thing that I shouldn't see
I catch a glimpse on it

An angel
Sitting there, alone
With a frown on her face
She should be happy
She should be smiling,
She looks beautiful with that
But her hands explain everything

Now I see
She loves to draw
But she doesn't draw art
She draw the story that hard to explain
She use her hands as the canvas
And blades as the brush

Now I see
Behind her sleeve
Behind her frown
Under her clothes
She's dying
She's holding tears

She's just like me.

Paris, 2014