Fallen Angels

There are
Some heavy souls
That entangle themselves
With confusion
And pain
Into their too broad wings

Spreading
Inconsolable 
Loneliness
In the turbulence
Of the world

Souls
Torn 
Into their own
Outlines

Souls 
Flaying 
Other souls

Holding them in their chains
Of ambiguous tyranny
Between pleasure and pain
Until an uncertain salute

Souls
Monstrously visionary
Forged by the despair 
Of their pains
Clever killers
Shining with a thousand poisons

Injecting
Their invincible trick
Their deceptive
Filter of love 
Numbing the most beautiful dreams
Reducing
The most splendid battles 
To nothing