Falling

As it comes and as it goes, meaningless, it keeps on tuning around and around when the Death is the only possible end.
Thought, you insist to wake up every afternoon hoping this can turn a different night…
But then it arrives, and the falling angels appear suddenly at your feats reminding you your true nature, screaming that they are waiting for you, warning you that you can’t escape ‘cause you’re one of them.
On the dark, silent night you start wondering, you start remembering the forgotten past…
A thousand promises made in no moon nights turned a thousand vows broken two minutes later. Luxuriant hellos all meaning disguised goodbyes. Dreams built up on moments turned into your present nightmares. Hopes lost in your childhood… lost words… faked smiles… cold embraces…
And between life and death, the falling angels keep on waiting next to you, stucked in this ridiculous parade from which you can’t run away neither accept…
So tell me… why can’t you fall?