When The Clock Strikes 12:00

Angels are prepping for a fall
the loss of memories will come through
day will last for light years
breath will taste bitter
attached meaning to bickering
It's 12:00 am and I'm not dressed
Bickering sounds dear among my clouds
kiss my cheek goodbye
I watch people stroll prompted for a ball
foreigners come in from many tongues
they all mesh to form an alone
Tingles move my body fur
into tangles of false feelings
I hear everyone talk in a different language
this guy mistakes no for yes
and rapes me
then thinks its my fault for leaving too soon
doesn't get arrested or anything
just remembers my taste once in a while
goes on to rape others that don't stay
Cinderella places her wings on frail shoulders
catches up to the birds who flew South
Angelic she'll pretend to be
for heaven is too high
her lungs would explode under that pressure
God needs to figure out what is good
rid the world of all the rapists
allow time to stop so Cindy can get a dress
remember her prince
dance by a fountain
never a broken heart when landing
just grounded