willow bend: four dead bodies, still no home to go too

her hair reminds me of angel hair only dug between mud and rock. it feels like all of them are giving up. shattered bones and torn skin, they never knew what hit them, never had a chance. as the water coasts on their backs, god wishes them a safe return home. as they avoid the light because their restless souls wants to continue the fight. i feel like its all left up to me. trapping themselves in my body, im coasting as im wishing they will follow into that light. i never knew why they came to me. some sort of a savior that understood me. found me. breathed me. fell down and took me with, no real reason for pain. just sort of a given. a bonus to our culture of anger. now left with the remains. dig up all of the old bones and find a way back home. make out the means of this and all of the mess that follows with it. several directions split down the middle. then the choices that have to be made. finding out that i cant trust anyone but myself. as i fail every one trying to find the bad guy. im avoiding myself in the fight. knocked out before i had a chance to feel whats right. so for the insight dont follow me. i work better on my own. these young dead bodies will guide me in the direction that will bring them home. the only problem is, is that time is involved with this equation. and im running out of it. pack up these bags and make a run for heaven. knock on gods door and mention that we are running out of hiding spots, and that sometimes love is fixed with anger. letting him hear our side of it, so that later in our lifetime we wont be shut down. sending a message to the angels and have them help us on this. im losing my faith as i let a few bad souls of this earth go. but i kneel down and pray for my forgiveness to this world. as i look up above and i beg and plead. "where are all of the fighters? where is the armageddon?" im walking up the stairs to heaven with a heart of anger, and a bag full of weapons. demanding revenge. demanding salvation. sometimes i feel like im not dying in this world. but im dying for this world. and no one even sees it. revenge is all but the army of me. and im going to fight, because my soul is rotten. too rotten to ever be pure again. i just figured that there is some garbage that needs to be cleaned out of this earth. and ill let god sort it all out. maybe even me.