Sadness and without Safety

Another fall from the heavens.
A stab in the heart.
Blood gushes from the wound as angels fall.
Tears and blood leaks.
The fall is deep.
No loving embrace for anyone.

Hate plagues the mind.
Fear is settled within the psyche.
Purge the mind from the positive thoughts.
Most likely it's not a right but a privilege.
Everything is a privilege, even a smile.
Frowns, paranoia, and death.
Those are the rights.

Learn to back away from all.
Shut the door, lock them, and then seal the windows.
It's like your virginity, it can't be taken away from you.
There's no such thing as love, mercy, and compassion.
To preserve the inner most thoughts from all is a priority.
Nobody better not know what you're thinking.

Protect, protect, protect.
It must be done to kept from getting hurt.
Like hell anyone could understand.
Satan can chuckle, hell's a good place.
Nobody has virtues anyways.
Vices and virtues are all out of place.
May as well preserve the thoughts from the other.

Stab, slit some throats, gut them...
Let the blood pour out.
Make sure the heart stops beating.
Nobody is safe at all.
With no pulse, no love...
Who can they blame?